Fire , Fire, Fire.....

I sometimes wonder if everyone would be much happier if I were just gone! Always causing problems and getting in the way of someone's progress. Tonight, the toaster oven caught on fire because my husband refused to clean out the grease trap after he used it. The last time I cleaned it, which was only a couple - 3 weeks ago, it was so nasty and full of grease that even my concoction of baking soda & vinegar had a hard time cutting through it. I told him that it wasn't fair for me to have to clean it every time, and that he should be wiping it down after each use. I even told him last night how much grease was in there, but he ignored me.

After the fire happened, he decided to blame me for it. Technically it's my fault because I had pizza in the oven and then had to cut up my daughter's rotisserie chicken, even though I wasn't feeling well. I asked her for a container, but she gave me one with the lid still on it, so I had to ask her to take it off for me. While I was doing that, she yelled at me, accusing me of causing the fire. I was cramping all over and unable to do much as the fire grew. My husband tried to blow it out, which only made the fire bigger. I managed to get wet towels and eventually put out the fire with the sprayer from the faucet.

We left the house because the smoke was too much, and even with the windows open, it was unbearable. We ended up getting pizza and returned to a bit of bearable smoke.