Don’t call me!

These last two weeks I have been having bad luck with things that burn. It all started while making party favors for Ang’s baby shower when I literally melted the tip of my finger right off with a hot glue gun. HOLY SHIT it hurt. To make matters worse the glue was melted into the skin so (and I admit this was rather stupid of me) I took fingernail clippers and clipped the glue right off…..taking my fingertip with it! HOLY SHIT it hurt!!! It felt like a billion bee stings all at once, constantly. Or what I imagine a bee sting would feel like since I’ve never actually been stung by a bee *knock on wood*. I actually had to take a leftover painkiller from my C-Section just so I could sleep.

Next stupid moment…..leaning over the boiling veggies and almost igniting my hair…just like when I was pregnant. That wasn’t so bad. Not bad like when I stuck my hand in the oven to rescue a fallen french fry and burned my hand. Or when making lasagna I stuck my finger into the boiling water. Or dripped hot melted butter down my leg. Or how about when I set the oven on fire while making Joselle’s Monkey Cake….Devil Cake is what it should be called.

All week I had bribed Jeff with this Monkey Cake……will you do blah, blah, blah, and then do blah, blah… I’ll make you yummy Monkey Cake if you do….etc. So I finally make good on my promise and make the damn stuff. Everything is going great until I see smoke rising from the top of the oven. I open the oven and a HUGE cloud of black smoke comes pouring out immediately setting off the fire alarm. Poor Shenzie and Heaten had just gone to bed and WHAMO! Fire alarm. I frantically wave the towel at the smoke detector to get it to stop making the horrible screech while Jeff goes upstairs to comfort Shenzie who is scared to death. I open all of the doors and turn the microwave fan on to get the smoke out….but continue to cook the cake because DAMNIT I want Monkey Cake!!!!! About 3 minutes later I check the cake and POOF! A flame goes up right in the oven. The sugar and butter sizzled out of the pan onto the oven and caught fire. The flames get bigger and bigger and I just stand there watching. I then see my life flash before my eyes…..ok, well not really….but I finally realize I need to do something. This is where you don’t want to call me in the event of an emergency. I run to the stair and yell up to Jeff who is rocking Shenzie back to sleep……HELP! HELP! The oven is on fire and I don’t know what to do!!!! I’m jumping up and down and freaking out, waving my hands up and down like a lunatic. He comes running down the stairs grabs a plastic container and throws water in the oven putting the flames out. Ok, can we all just agree that I had a moment of panic and wasn’t thinking clearly. For some reason I thought you weren’t supposed to use water on a kitchen fire……and as it turns out that is true for a grease fire….not a monkey cake fire.

I’m keeping my hopes up that this next week will be a burn free one!

The invitatons and party bags I made for Ang’s Baby Shower….and in case you couldn’t tell it was Hawaiian Luau themed.

Aloha Ang and Baby

Aloha Baby No Name

More Baby Shower photos found here.