What do I do?

"What do I do?"

These were the words I heard tonight, after I heard my wife scream for me from the kitchen.

As I quickly made my way to the kitchen (OK I ran), I noticed a bright orange glow on the walls. This is never a good sign.

I started to panic and seeing as I was on the phone with a friend at the time, I told them that I would have to call them back - I am not sure I said this directly into the phone or just in the general direction of it as the hand holding it dropped away from my ear - I did not drop the phone though, I was prepared to call 911 - just in case.

As I entered the kitchen, a towering inferno greeted me, propelling itself upward from the top of our stove. Now usually I exaggerate a little (OK a lot) but this is no exaggeration - coming from a skillet on the top of the stove was literally a towering inferno that was licking the ceiling.

We quickly took the pan off the heat and pulled it off the stove top, lowering it toward the floor - letting the oil burn off.

Amazingly the dinner was not ruined and we enjoyed a great meal while watching a movie.

Directly after the incident, Shelley ran to the bathroom to pee - finish peeing more like it, as I am sure a little bit ran down her leg as she watched the flames rocket to the ceiling.

Thankfully the apartment didn't catch fire, we still have 30 days on our lease and I don't think we would have gotten our security deposit back if it had.

See, even with a simple dinner - there's always a story!

Until next time...