burn, baby, burn
My parents were down from Oklahoma this week, and they were staying with me for a few days. They left to stay with my grandparents on Wednesday while I was at work. When I got home Wednesday night, my first thought was, "What's that smell?" My house smelled like a BBQ pit. Very odd. I start wondering if the neighbors are BBQing and a window has been left open. Finally, I come across a note on my kitchen table:
Ashley—I love the casual, breezy tone of it, like "we had a great time, and oh yeah, stuff was on fire. Cheerio!"
$20 for the Harry Potter book. Thanks!
We enjoyed everything—Karolyn washed her sheets—they have NOT been dried. We left around 3:30.
Oh, we set off the fire alarm. Talked to monitoring system. Everythings O.K.
—Mom
PS — The sheets HAVE been dried.
So I call their cell phone. My dad answers, and here's our conversation:
Me: So, what happened? My house smells like a smokehouse.
Dad: Let me let you talk to your mother.
Mom: Hi!
Me: Hi Mom. My house smells like a smokehouse. And the fire alarm went off? What happened?!?
Mom: Oh...yeah. Well, Dad cooked bacon for breakfast, and when I went to clean up, the bacon grease had congealed in the pan, so I turned on the element to soften it up...
Me: OK... and then?
Dad: (in background) And then she left the house.
Mom: I didn't leave the house! I left the room. And then your dad asked "What's that smell? Something's burning!" The smoke alarm was going off, and then the alarm monitoring system called...
Me: (headed for the kitchen to see how I could miss the BURNT PART.) Uh huh.
Mom: Dad put it out, and the cabinets didn't even burn or anything. He cleaned up the pan, and you can still use it - it's sitting on the counter.
Me: (remembering my manners) But everyone's OK?
Mom: Oh, yes. I sprayed with the Oust, but...you can still smell it? It's that bad?
Me: God yes it's that bad.
Mom: Do you have any Febreze? Use that, light some good-smelling candles, and open some windows.
I love my parents. :) But my house *still* smelled like a BBQ pit when I got home today.
posted at 6:07 PM
4 Comments:
When I was a kid my mom left a pot of beans on the burner and left the house. The water boiled away and the beans began to burn, filling the entire house with bean smoke. It is one of the worst smells I can remember smelling. Clothing that was folded up and put away in my closet upstairs even smelled of the beans. I would gag every time I went inside for weeks.
Burning protein = bad.
2:15 PM, September 09, 2005
ewwwwww! that's gross! luckily, the smell in my house was better today. opening the windows at night and burning candles appears to be helping. i can't find the febreze.
4:17 PM, September 09, 2005
I can't stop laughing.
6:30 AM, September 12, 2005
yeah - my favorite part is "let me let you talk to your mother."
6:49 AM, September 12, 2005
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