I have never pissed my pants but tonight I came super close! For those of you who don't know... I reside in a basement. Don't start thinking bummer. It's the coolest basement in the world. It has two huge bedrooms, a full bathroom, a little storage area, a really big living room, and a kitchen with a microwave and a fridge and a stove. It's like a little underground house. Except it doesn't have a washer or a dryer. So tonight I took some clothes upstairs to wash them. After the washer shut off, I put them in the dryer and went back downstairs to go to bed. All of a sudden, I heard this super loud noise coming from upstairs. It sounded like someone was throwing pots and pans all around the kitchen. My first thought was to call 911 because I was certain that I was being robbed. Wait.... what kind of robber is looking for a fricken cookie sheet?!?! That's when I realized that calling the cops probably wasn't a good idea. So I waited for a few minutes to see if the noise would stop. It didn't. Okay, maybe calling the cops is a good idea. But how stupid would I look if nobody was there and the noise was coming from outside or something. So I decided to be brave and go see what the hell was going on. I grabbed my phone... in case it was a bad guy. I guess I thought I would just tell the bad guy wait while a make an important call. Anyway, I make my way to the top of the stairs and jump around the corner ready to attack. No one! Which was good, because I do not have a good attack stance. The noise was coming from the dryer! Good news... no bad guy. Bad news... the dryer was on fire. Wait. THE DRYER WAS ON FIRE! Holy shit batman. I ran over to the dryer and opened the door so that it would stop! I pulled my pants out (of the dryer). Like magic, the flames died. The fire was gone. Thank goodness it was just a little fire. I could have died. But I didn't. But I do have to buy a new dryer because I am pretty sure that the one I have is not going to work anymore. It's old and burnt out. (haha burnt out) So that's it for all the excitement tonight. I'm safe and so are my pants!July 01, 2006
911... I'm Being Robbed, I Mean... My House is on FIRE!
I have never pissed my pants but tonight I came super close! For those of you who don't know... I reside in a basement. Don't start thinking bummer. It's the coolest basement in the world. It has two huge bedrooms, a full bathroom, a little storage area, a really big living room, and a kitchen with a microwave and a fridge and a stove. It's like a little underground house. Except it doesn't have a washer or a dryer. So tonight I took some clothes upstairs to wash them. After the washer shut off, I put them in the dryer and went back downstairs to go to bed. All of a sudden, I heard this super loud noise coming from upstairs. It sounded like someone was throwing pots and pans all around the kitchen. My first thought was to call 911 because I was certain that I was being robbed. Wait.... what kind of robber is looking for a fricken cookie sheet?!?! That's when I realized that calling the cops probably wasn't a good idea. So I waited for a few minutes to see if the noise would stop. It didn't. Okay, maybe calling the cops is a good idea. But how stupid would I look if nobody was there and the noise was coming from outside or something. So I decided to be brave and go see what the hell was going on. I grabbed my phone... in case it was a bad guy. I guess I thought I would just tell the bad guy wait while a make an important call. Anyway, I make my way to the top of the stairs and jump around the corner ready to attack. No one! Which was good, because I do not have a good attack stance. The noise was coming from the dryer! Good news... no bad guy. Bad news... the dryer was on fire. Wait. THE DRYER WAS ON FIRE! Holy shit batman. I ran over to the dryer and opened the door so that it would stop! I pulled my pants out (of the dryer). Like magic, the flames died. The fire was gone. Thank goodness it was just a little fire. I could have died. But I didn't. But I do have to buy a new dryer because I am pretty sure that the one I have is not going to work anymore. It's old and burnt out. (haha burnt out) So that's it for all the excitement tonight. I'm safe and so are my pants!
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Once, I was making cookies while I was babysitting, and I needed to soften up the crusty old brown sugar, so I stuck the bag in the microwave. Did I mention I forgot to take off the twist tie holding the bag shut? Flames inside the microwave. Awesome. And the kids NEVER told their parents. Beacuse I am an amazing babysitter.
that's funny.... way to go super babysitter!
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