So Saturday morning Bonnie and Mariah, my roommates, wake up and decide that they're going to St. George for the weekend. They invited me but I had work that evening so I opted out. They left and all was well. For about two hours. See, they wrote this nice little note on our whiteboard:
This is where it gets funny, depending on how you look at it.
So, I work at 3, right? It's about 2:15 or so, so I decide to make some food because chances are my lunch break won't be until 7 or so (I was right). Because I'm fat, I decided to make some french fries. So I turn the oven on to 350, and then start scrubbing and cutting potatoes. I get almost done with my potato cutting when I notice the oven is smelling worse than usual. It usually smells like gas, because it's really old. So I didn't really think it was weird. But it was smelling REALLY BAD. So I turn around, and there are flames coming out of the broiler. So I go turn off the oven and I stand back and look at it for a second. Then I call my sister, thinking that maybe I could put it out somehow, ya know? Well she instructs me to call 911 STAT (she's super smart). They're there super fast, the fire didn't spread. The oven was toast (you'll get why that's funny in a minute) and the linoleum under the oven is a bit melted and charred.
One of the nice firemen asked me if I'd left a pot holder or paper towel in the oven, because that would make sense. And I told him no, really there was NOTHING in the oven.
He comes back a few minutes later kind of laughing. And says, "So, it wasn't a pot holder. Someone put a toaster in the oven." I abruptly stopped crying and just said, "I'm gonna kill my roommate." and the firemen all laughed kinda nervously and asked me to please not kill my roommate.
Sorry for all the crappy pictures, I was too lazy to get my camera out for all these. You can see the toaster in the broiler if you look close enough.
It's pretty funny now. When it happened I was so mad and so upset. It like, ruined my day.
Soot got everywhere. Like everywhere. I spent 2 hours scrubbing ash off the kitchen floor on Monday. There is ash in literally every room of the apartment. Still. We'll touch something and then realize there's ash on it. Exhibit A.
This is Rachel. With the ash on her face from my screen door. She looks really hot but she doesn't believe me and it's not because I hate her, which is what she believes, but really I really really love her a lot.
Also, yesterday I got a package from my mama.
And here are some pictures of me and Bonnie because she's my mom now apparently. (Just kidding I love my mom more sorry)
College life is good yo.
