fire

Uncontrolled fire is probably the most terrifying thing in the world to me. Ever since I did a research paper in college about burn victims there is little I find scarier. And since I have had some experience with it in the past (see link to "the great outdoors, part one") you can see why.

Sooo, Blu eyes (my husband) set the grill on fire - again. (yes, again)  Now this isn't necessarily aweful until I was standing there watching the flames lick down the connection line to the gas canister.

Panic! (find fire extinguisher!)

Perhaps it is bad that my first reaction wasn't to get my husband out of harms way - as it was to get my puppy as far away as possible. However, that said, Blu eyes can take care of himself and puppy can't. So after making sure puppy was safe and protected I went on a search through the garage for the fire extinguisher .... but wait, we used it all up on the Previous grill fire! "%$^&*" so no fire extinguisher ... Damn.

The fire is still burning and Blu eyes comes and asks:
Him: Do we have any baking Soda?
Me: Yes, but not much.
Him: Whatever we have.

He spreads the baking soda on the fire, it smokes (a lot) and eventually goes out - Yay!
(the grill clean up is totally on him to manage) :)

But ... that got me thinking of the last fire I suggested baking soda for - and to this day it still makes me chuckle and tease my friend about. (and by chuckle - I actually mean fall over laughing)

My friend from college, LOVES cars - seriously loves them. He took a trip to Italy with his brother and their idea of sight seeing in Italy was to go to the Ferrari and Lamborghini factories. That level of loves cars. Take your shoes off - don't eat in the car ... you get the picture.

Now with that background, we were coming back from dinner and he was dropping me at my apartment, when we noticed smoke coming from under the hood of his car. He jumps out and lifts the hood, which of course adds more oxygen and increases the flames. It still seems manageable though so I go into my apartment to get a box of baking soda so he can put it out. I come back with a small box of baking soda to find the car engulfed in flames, the windshield has broken out from the heat, and the tires are melting - along with a fire truck hosing down his car.

Friend: I don't think that is going to help.
Me: (no words, just laughing - falling over laughing - had to sit on the curb while the firemen put out his car laughing)