You read right. My dear husband, God bless him, wanted something sweet. But all we have in the house are some frozen chocolate chips and some 100 calorie packs of cookies. So in his wisdom he thought "I know! I'll melt some chocolate chips over some of these dry cookies in the microwave!" I knew nothing about it or I would have stopped him. I'm happily sitting on the couch blissfully watching a very interesting TV show. Suddenly I hear "Oh no!"
Me - "What's wrong?"
Steve "I've done something wrong."
Me - "What did you do?"
Steve - "Oh no! I did something really bad."
Me (getting worried now cuz Steve doesn't panic!) - "WHAT did you DO?"
Steve - "I could have burned the house down!"
Me - "Honey, WHAT DID YOU DO! It's getting awfully smoky in here!"
Next thing I know he's carrying something over to the sink from the microwave and it's smoking badly. By now I'm in the kitchen...
Me - "It's still on fire! WHAT DID YOU DO?"
And in his sheepish little boy voice he quietly tells me what he's done. By now we have all the ceiling fans running at full speed (which means they're trying to take off like flying saucers) and several windows are open. Then I asked him where he put this thing. "It's out on top of the trash can" "That's PLASTIC! IT could catch fire!" So I find the big flashlight and go outside to see what he's ruined and how much damage is there. I see one of my bowls with black cookies and a few melted chips still hanging to the sides of the bowls. Obviously he's dumped the stuff somewhere... Then I feel fur brushing by me. Baxter's gotten outside and is taking off for the wild blue yonder! JUST what we need! I call him. No response. No dog. I call him again. Nothing. "Steve! Call Baxter!" So Steve calls him and whistles for him. This brown streak of fur comes running from the front of the house at full speed towards the door. I quickly maneuver my body so he HAS to go inside and slam the door shut. Baxter got a good boy treat! Steve made a smoothie with strawberries and chocolate chips. My house stinks to high heaven and even the Yankee Candle isn't clearing up the smell. But my house is still standing, my dog is home and no one is hurt! The bowl may be destroyed but if that's all we lost I'm grateful! Now.... HOW do I get this SMOKEY smell outta my house?!? Guess I'll be leaving the windows open for awhile... Good thing it's not too hot outside.
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Oh no Ginni! GLad Baxter came back and hope your house smells better soon!
Only a man could do that to cookies and chocolate chips. Just glad that the two of you are okay. Good boy, baxter.
Oh Dear!!! Sounds like way too much drama, but glad your dh, Baxter and the kitchen all survived!!
LOL!!!! that is way too funny!! glad everyone is ok... I hate the smokey smell. hope it goes away soon
Well, all i have to say is "at least it wasn't a skunk!" lol i am saying that cause when i saw your comment on MSW about having to get a bad smell out of your house, my first thought was that a skunk had gotten in! glad everything turned out ok. although it is funny.....rofl!!!!
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