Thank goodness I’m married to the one person in the world, who at the edge of apocalype – if such would occur – would stay calm and make it all better.
Her beautiful Art Deco (Nouveau? Somewhere in there) teakettle caught fire on the stove. She used a whole fire extinguisher to put it out. Until replaced (at the Factory Outlet Mall in Niagara Falls where we got it), we can use MY TEAKETTLE. That’s right mow-foes – I got me one for Xmas. And it’s shaped like a chicken. My wife remembered my admiring her Aunt Butchie’s years ago (and I had forgotten), so she got me one. Not a gift one would expect from a wife. Sort of like buying here a screwdriver or something. But I LIKE it.
Anyway, I came home to all this after bringing home (in my truck of course) our Brand New Fridge! Four feet chest, 15 cubic feet of serious chillin’. Only big enough if a midget p*sses me off, but it will fit the rest of the half-pig the Ritchies gave us hands down.
My mother got me this random “female” tool set saying not to fret, it may seem like a weird and worthless gift now but to guarentee a need for it in the future. Low and Behold I’ve used it at least 20 times since last month.
Sounds to me like….
Merry does not have luck with teakettles. It caught on FIRE?? omg. I would be bringing it back and be like “excuse me ,is this SUPPOSED to happen??”