So tonight around 7:15 PM the oldest was making a pizza in the oven. I was changing out of church clothes into more comfortable clothing and I heard her yell that the inside of the oven was on fire. The first thing that went through my mind (sorry about the “TMI”) was “What if I have to exit out the house not wearing any pants?”
The element in the oven was slightly on fire. The husband put out with the fire extinguisher while I called 9-1-1. The kids waited outside. The cat hit under the bed. It was out before the firemen arrived. I never knew fire extinguishers make a BIG dusty mess. Our oven and stove have to be replaced. Thankfully it was not much worse than it was. A little excitement for what we thought was going to be a quiet Sunday evening.