After such a great meal... I decided that the pound cake residue that went south needed to be cleaned up. I had heard of this thing called "self-cleaning" oven so I decided to try it out. What I didn't know was that self-cleaning oven were for the residue that I could not get off with my hand... it started as a small smokey smell, nothing major. Then came the real fire... that's right, fire! I was terrified. I had heard of electric fires before and could not for the life of me remember what to do if one broke out. I quickly turned the oven off and stood approximately three to five feet away from the oven door and prayed out loud for the oven not to blow up. By this time the Senator was down stairs starring at me in anger and asking me the infamous "why?"..... we opened all the windows and went over the security question answers should ADT call, as we were sure the fire alarm would go off...
Well.... it's been about 45 minutes... one kitchen floor cleaned by hand, one cigar, and a glass a red wine later and the house is still intact. The house isn't as smokey and the alarm didn't go off, Thank GOD...
I'll never use self-cleaning again... EVER! I need another drink
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