10-17-2006, 04:05 PM
I smelled smoke. It smelled just like a bug flying into the halogen, so I assumed it was a bug flying into the halogen. The Queen smelled smoke. I said it was a bug. She believed me.
But as I walked into the hall, I noticed the smell of smoke was even stronger. Flipping on the lights in the kitchen, I instantly realized the smell of smoke did not come from a bug flying into the halogen. The Kitchen was full of smoke. I had accidently switched on our other toaster oven when I shoved my lunch pail up against it. The papers on top of the toaster oven were charring quite nicely. The roach trap had melted into a pile of goo. Ah, the aroma of melted plastic and burning roach bait. My wallet, which was in one of the pockets of my lunch cooler, got so hot, the reciepts inside it were charred when I looked at them this morning.
But as I walked into the hall, I noticed the smell of smoke was even stronger. Flipping on the lights in the kitchen, I instantly realized the smell of smoke did not come from a bug flying into the halogen. The Kitchen was full of smoke. I had accidently switched on our other toaster oven when I shoved my lunch pail up against it. The papers on top of the toaster oven were charring quite nicely. The roach trap had melted into a pile of goo. Ah, the aroma of melted plastic and burning roach bait. My wallet, which was in one of the pockets of my lunch cooler, got so hot, the reciepts inside it were charred when I looked at them this morning.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit