The Mister walked into our room the morning after our 80’s party and said, “Something smells burnt in the kitchen.” Thinking that I had forgotten to turn off the oven (again… so bad, I know!) I asked him to check the oven. “I did,” he said. “That’s not it.” A wave of relief went over me. After the last time of forgetting to turn off the oven, and letting it uselessly waste gas all night long, I have been very conscientious about turning that dial as soon as I take the goods out.
The inverter that we use to power our American small kitchen appliances and gadgets had set ablaze as we slumbered just a few feet away. The inverter pictured above is the newly replaced version, but the evidence of the previous night’s events is clearly visible on the wall. I added orange flames for effect. I’m really good at drawring.
Thank God that the fire wasn’t more serious, that our walls are made of stone, that I don’t have curtains adorning my kitchen windows.
“I suppose we should get some smoke detectors,” The Mister said. You would think it would have crossed our minds after the last electrical fire.
Don’t bother, The Mister, I’ll just pencil some in using my mad photoshopping skills. I like to drawr.