So yeah... Today my mom decided to start a fire in your fire place. After she got it going and what not she decided to leave with my nephew to buy cheese for grilled cheese sandwiches and Spirte because I demaned her to so I could try this drink she keeps raving on about.
Anyway... About 15 minutes after my mom left, the phone rang. I thought it was my friend, and if it was her we spend over an hour on the phone. So I went upstairs to get the cordless so I could still be online while I talked to my friend. When I got upstiars I saw the whole first floor of the house covered in smoke (since our computer is downstairs in the basement.) I started to panic a little and thought my mom left something on the stove again for too long again. I looked over at the stove and saw nothing except a tea pot that wasn't being used at the moment.
I started looking around the house for the source, as well as the phone that wasn't on the recharger (which at my house, is werid.) I finally found the phone the dinning room table. It wasn't my friend ( gonk ) but my step dad ( stare ) He started asking where my mom was, and I said I didn't know, I was still abit paniced and trying hard not to cough my lungs out (smoke + me = coughing fit and a bitchy person.) He started yelling at me saying how could I not know where my mother is. I yelled back saying she went out to buy stuff and shut up there is smoke everywhere in the house. He then said he was going to call my mom on her cell phone to get her back home.
After he hung up I went searching around the fire place to see if it was there. After searching around it for about two minutes I looked on top (out fireplace is move like an old style stove, so you can't put anything on top without it metaling)to see my mom left this old Weight Watchers bag on there that we found from cleaning the closet. I picked it up to find and that the bottom was either melted, on the verge of turning into dust or on the verge of catching on fire. I ran quickly outside and threw the bag into a puddle in out drive way. I then sat on the front porch for five minutes chocking and hoping the buring in my ways would go away.
So now half the bottom of the bag is stuck to the top of the fire place, a Weight Watchers bag is in a puddle in our drive way, and our house smells like friggin' smoke all upstairs and I don't want to go upstairs because of it.
 The Land And Water · Tue Nov 14, 2006 @ 10:34pm · 3 Comments |
