So, yesterday, after returning from yet another trip to Convenience Care (because Zoey woke up Thursday night with a fever and by Friday was complaining that her ear hurt, and because I just can't get enough of that germ-ridden waiting room), I had her sitting on the counter getting ready to warm up her milk, while Bryan was downstairs in the garage trying to fix a fuse that had blown, cutting out power to our refrigerator and the laptop sitting on the desk in the eat-in area. I have my back to the stove as I'm half-rocking my sicky child against my chest, when I hear:
BBBFFFTTT!!!! ffffffttt! ffffftt!
I turn towards the stove and see sparks literally arcing and raining down from the fan above the stove top. It sounds like we've employed a welder to come in and start a fire in our kitchen. And it just...doesn't LOOK right, you know what I mean?
Bryan!!
As I'm yelling for my husband, we experience another rain shower of sparks and Zoey points out that she doesn't yike this at all.
I grab Zoey and run for the garage. Bryan! What the hell are you doing?!?
After explaining what just went down in the kitchen, we all trek back upstairs and are greeted by the lovely scent of electrical fire emanating from the stove area. Bryan proceeds to pull the fan apart and locate the frayed and fried wire that had tripped the fuse in the first place. He explains a lesson in Electricity 101--the reason we have fuse boxes is to detect old, decrepid wiring such as this, and shut down power to the area to prevent things like, you know, HOUSE FIRES.
Because doesn't that seem like the next logical step in 2009? Having our house burn down?
So, with a newfound appreciation for things like fuse boxes, I cleaned up the mess after Bryan removed the smoldering remnants of kitchen fan to the back porch. And, after several hours of Yankee Candle burning, the smell was mostly gone. And now we have to go shopping for something to replace the fan...ironically, Bryan said months ago that he'd love to buy a microwave/fan combo to put over the stovetop with his first "real" paycheck. And since his first "real" paycheck is due this week, I'd say a trip to Home Depot is in order.
3 comments:
Yikes! When we first moved into this house the stove that was here caught fire twice on the electric burners. The second time I was home alone...Brian came home to a different dinner cooking in the toaster oven and a very ticked-off, smoky smelling wife. We replaced it that weekend I believe.
I'm an optimist too....so I am going to say that NO, your house is not going to burn down next for a show-stopping finale to 2009 for you guys! Happy Hunting at Home Depot!
Oh no! And also, I didn't realize he'd gotten a job...how did I miss that?! Hooray!!!
Shit dude. That bites. How many pages are you up to on that Xmas letter?!! Sorry to hear about the fan....have you changed your smoke detector batteries lately? Might recommend it.... ;)
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