Thursday, February 07, 2008

A Visit from the Fire Department


Scott and Bruce survived the week I was in Vegas with the help of Grandma. There was only one visit from the fire department while I was gone. Scott made a cake in a shallow pan. It spilled over and burned this nasty crusty junk on the bottom of the oven. It must have been really smoky because it activated our apartment complex's fire alarm: oops. The fire department came and had to turn it off and check out our oven (which later required 2.5 hours of scrubbing). Everything smelled like smoke for a few days.

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