whiski_sour | Ummm....ooookay

I took that quiz that was in

evilhf's journals. It says I'm a conservative. *ponders* I don't know how I feel about that. I'll just blame my parents.

Set the kitchen on fire tonight.

Okay, I didn't really set it on fire, but the smoke could have easily convinced an unwitting person that it was.

There's something in the oven that needs to burn off or some such. Last couple of times we've used the oven, smoke has just filled the kitchen.

Naturally, I don't remember this. So, I make tater puffs. I get talking to my dad about smoking (Missy, you think I'm outspoken about this, you should see him) and then think, "Crap! I gotta check on dinner!" Come into the kitchen. It's just filled with smoke.

So, I yell, "Aw hell! The kitchen's on fire!" You know, to cause panic and also reference Henry Blake from M*A*S*H.

Not only is the kitchen filled with smoke, but my tater puffs have a bit of soot on the top of them. >_<

Dad and I air out the kitchen while the cats watch (Sweets was in the kitchen the whole time...you would have thought she'd come alert me to the smoke...but no...Lassie, she ain't). I taste test the tater puffs (in my family, it takes a lot before we don't eat something). Determine them to be passable as food stuffs and we go on our merry way.

I'm fairly sure events like this passed as entertainment in my family before we got a tv.