Puppy Play Time & It's Consequences

So it's been a little while since I posted...I know. It's just that as Andrew has been traveling SOOOO much lately, my life alone isn't that exciting and there are only so many new things to blog about Lilly. I mean, she is cute and all but do you really want to know how much she loves it when ice falls from the fridge door and she gets it stuck to the roof of her mouth or beard after she's just had a drink of water. (It is pretty funny actually--you have to see it to truly enjoy it though.)

However, I thought I'd share my exciting little adventure on Tuesday. I like to think of myself as a pretty clean person. I try to clean my house regularly and definitely my oven when something drips over onto the bottom. But never underestimate your abilities to create chaos. Lilly's last day of puppy training was on Tuesday. Usually this means we rush home, I try to make something fast for dinner, and then it's off to PetSmart for her class. Well I quickly put a frozen pizza in the oven before taking Lilly outside to do her business. Once we returned inside I noticed there were still 20 minutes left to go on the pizza (barely enough time for it to finish, us to eat, and get to her class on time). So I decided to give Lilly a little bit of attention--I always feel so guilty leaving her all day while we are at work. After about 5-10 minutes I smell something--perhaps smoke? Well I go into the kitchen and notice smoke billowing from the oven...hmm, that's weird. Oh wait...what about the huge flames engulfing our dinner?? Yeah, I didn't know what to do. You'd think I'd be prepared for something like this. So I ran around the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. (I realize this is probably isn't the best option). Luckily the fire went out with my first attempt. But it felt like an eternity before I actually decided what to do. I then tried to call Andrew a million times (he actually gets to be home for two full weeks!). He didn't answer of course but moments later walked through the garage door. Only to see me frightened in the corner with Lilly. I really thought our house was going to burn down. Sure we have insurance but we've only lived here for 10 months. That would be awfully sad!!

Anyway, long story short...if you're still with me...the fire was no real hazard. The pizza tasted a bit like smoke but was not burned. And I spent the next couple of days scrubbing the heck out of my oven to get the charred remains off the bottom!! :)