Burnin down the house...

Seriously, I almost burnt my house down on Saturday. I was heating up some wax on the stove (for an object lesson I had planned for my young women's class the next day) and wasn't paying as much attention to it as I should have been. I heard a noise that sounded like somebody was lighting a gas grill and turned around to find a pot of fire on my stove! I kinda freaked out a little and completely forgot everything I've ever learned about smothering an oil fire with the lid or putting baking soda on it... instead I did the one thing that you shouldn't do: poured water into it. The flame kindof exploded on me and I dropped the pot on the linoleum. Luckily by this time James had walked into the room and was smart enough to take the pot-o-fire outside and let it burn out. The result of this little mishap was that I got some nice little burns all over my thumb and index finger, the ceiling now looks like it was painted with charcoal in quite an artistic way, and there is also melted spot in the middle of the kitchen floor. Needless to say, I think I've learned my lesson and won't leave hot pots of wax or oil on the stove unattended anymore, and if there ever is another fire-pot incident, hopefully I'll remember what you're supposed to do and not do the opposite!

The ceiling above the kitchen sink.The lovely new hole in the linoleum.

The black on the ceiling was not confined to the kitchen only, it's black all throughout the living room too!