We ran a few errands and then went to a local restaurant and got a burger. We then went over across the river and took like a 5 mile walk.

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Well, I'm back. Owen just sprinted in here screaming DAD!!! DAD!!! FIRE!! FIRE! So I sprinted in the kitchen and there was a fire in the oven which I was pre-heating for the typical father-son meal (frozen pizza). The first thing that popped in to my brain was Cherity telling me yesterday to remind her to fish out the crust that fell on to the bottom of the oven. The crust is what was burning.
I pulled out the bottom rack that guards the elements and set it on the floor without thinking. Our old linoleum now has to parallel vertical lines burnt in to it. Oh well, it needs to be replaced eventually anyway. It appears to be like 30 years old.
Owen is using the new air pump I just purchased today for pumping up my bike tires as a tool to blow out all the smoke that is floating in our kitchen. Good thing I just bought that pump! Our house may have burned down without it. The oven is now preheating again and I have a fan in the window but now my eyes are burning.
I wasn't sure what to title this post. I had it title "Father and Son" and the "= Fire" just came to me some how.
4 comments:
Glad to see you're keeping down the fort while the wifey is away :) ... sounds like it's adventurous - isn't that life?
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HAHA!! too funny! glad u didn't burn down the house! silly boys!
Funny, funny stuff. Thanks again Aaron for inspiring me to start a blog. I've enjoyed it a lot. Reading yours is a wonderful glimpse into your heart and life.
Owen has some exciting memories from this past weekend, eh? Ha. Thanks for bringing us there. We still love every minute of it.
Love you,
Lee :)
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