a relationship, i think, is like a shark.
the agent and i had a very alvy and annie moment last night while dealing with a small kitchen fire:
"um, what do i do?!"
"um, i don't know! do you have a... um...!"
"um, oh my god!"
"um, wait, do you have one of those, um..."
(jen! it's called a fucking fire extinguisher!)
the agent then blows on the fire (occurring in the toaster oven, i should add), presumably to put it out, and this just fans the flames even more...
i dump out my wine (horrors!) into the sink and start to fill up my glass with water, presumably to dump on the electrical appliance in order to put it out...
but then at the last minute we actually make an intelligent decision and decide to unplug the damn thing and close the door.
the fire's out.
the apartment filled with smoke and we were left fanning the place out for the next half hour, in between fits of laughter.
needless to say, that toaster oven is toast.
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that was pretty good. Maybe next week you two can start a grease fire.
ooooh... here's hoping!
what were you toastin?
crostini -- served with a buttermilk blue cheese! (next time, scarny, it's figs and goat cheese all the way.)
that's what i like to hear!
in the South I think we call what you were making a mayonaise sandwich.
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