on a lighter note...

I lit the house on fire. So I exaggerate, not the entire house... just a pan on the stove. That's how good of a barefoot housewife I am. I was heating up oil in a frying pan so that I could quick-fry some corn tortillas for yummy tostadas. I went upstairs to talk to Eliza and left it on the stove, on high. Bad choice. Joe came up to tell me that something was smoking in the kitchen. I took another sec. to finish my sentence with Eliza, walked downstairs, and found flames coming up out of the splash screen on top of the pan. I screamed "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!" until he came back into the kitchen and took the pan outside, threw it onto the grass, requested baking soda (quite calmly) and put out the fire. I did receive some hell for this stint. Jessica just said, "Let's be honest here, you don't leave oil on the stove and then leave the room." My response: "That's what he said."