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Dec. 29th, 2001
*shines halo*
Dec. 29th, 2001 11:15 am
I am an Angel. I rarely sin which makes
my life pretty boring. But if there is a god
he will likely reward me in the afterlife.
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"Fire fire fire? Fire!"
Dec. 29th, 2001 12:45 pmWe just had a fire.
For some years now we've had a dryer where the lint trap doesn't fit right, so it spews lint all over hte place every time we run it. Over time that lint builds up on the floor and walls, forming what looks like gray fur. We've known for years it was a fire hazard, but new dryer cost money and money we not have.
The lint on the floor just now caught on fire.
I was informed of this fact due to mom's yelling "Fire! Fire!" in a manner which is now causing me to snickeringly flash back to all the times I've caused Sims to yell that exact same thing.
Mom kept attempting to put out the fire with a two-cup cup measure, when the bucket was approximately five feet away from her in a straight line the whole time. I kept yelling "USE THE BUCKET!!!" because she seemed to think this little cup measure was enough to stop the flames that got bigger every time she went back to refill, and I couldn't get tot he bucket because she was in the way... of course, we have a fire extinguisher or two, but I didn't even think of it till afterwards when Chris mentioned the idea. I don't even know if they work -- dad gave them to us, and I think most of you know how... dependable... he is.
I got the chance to watch the fire in action as it moved across the floor and began crawling up the lint on the wall... it would burn through the lint really fast, so it had to keep moving, and it looked eerily like glowing orange-yellow liquid moving in blobs and drops across the floor. Then mom came back with the bucket (finally having listened to me), and poof went the flames.
After the fire had been put out and windows had been opened to get rid of the smoke, mom then proceeded to plug the dryer back in. We'd unplugged it at my suggestion because we were throwing water at it, but it was still sitting in a puddle of water and IT JUST GOT DONE BEING ON FIRE. "I'll put it to low, okay?!" she angrily asked me after I screeched at her to for Zod's sake not play with it. Uh, no, it's NOT okay. She plugged it in and it didn't ZERT her, so she turned it on.
SHE TURNED. IT ON.
I protested this very vocally, but she again got mad at me for suggesting we not kill ourselves, so finally I just yelled "FINE, whatever YOU decide!" and mentally readied myself to pick up treasured possessions and flee into the rain. And she turned it on. And about four seconds passed before she spoke again.
"Nope, that's it, have to get a new one."
"Why?"
"I just saw live embers shooting out of it."
"I TOLD YOU!!!"
At least now the fire is extinguished and mom is in total agreement that we need to replace the dryer. The house smells like smoke (which gives me a headache) and we can't really afford a new dryer, but we're not dead and neither is the house.
Whew.
For some years now we've had a dryer where the lint trap doesn't fit right, so it spews lint all over hte place every time we run it. Over time that lint builds up on the floor and walls, forming what looks like gray fur. We've known for years it was a fire hazard, but new dryer cost money and money we not have.
The lint on the floor just now caught on fire.
I was informed of this fact due to mom's yelling "Fire! Fire!" in a manner which is now causing me to snickeringly flash back to all the times I've caused Sims to yell that exact same thing.
Mom kept attempting to put out the fire with a two-cup cup measure, when the bucket was approximately five feet away from her in a straight line the whole time. I kept yelling "USE THE BUCKET!!!" because she seemed to think this little cup measure was enough to stop the flames that got bigger every time she went back to refill, and I couldn't get tot he bucket because she was in the way... of course, we have a fire extinguisher or two, but I didn't even think of it till afterwards when Chris mentioned the idea. I don't even know if they work -- dad gave them to us, and I think most of you know how... dependable... he is.
I got the chance to watch the fire in action as it moved across the floor and began crawling up the lint on the wall... it would burn through the lint really fast, so it had to keep moving, and it looked eerily like glowing orange-yellow liquid moving in blobs and drops across the floor. Then mom came back with the bucket (finally having listened to me), and poof went the flames.
After the fire had been put out and windows had been opened to get rid of the smoke, mom then proceeded to plug the dryer back in. We'd unplugged it at my suggestion because we were throwing water at it, but it was still sitting in a puddle of water and IT JUST GOT DONE BEING ON FIRE. "I'll put it to low, okay?!" she angrily asked me after I screeched at her to for Zod's sake not play with it. Uh, no, it's NOT okay. She plugged it in and it didn't ZERT her, so she turned it on.
SHE TURNED. IT ON.
I protested this very vocally, but she again got mad at me for suggesting we not kill ourselves, so finally I just yelled "FINE, whatever YOU decide!" and mentally readied myself to pick up treasured possessions and flee into the rain. And she turned it on. And about four seconds passed before she spoke again.
"Nope, that's it, have to get a new one."
"Why?"
"I just saw live embers shooting out of it."
"I TOLD YOU!!!"
At least now the fire is extinguished and mom is in total agreement that we need to replace the dryer. The house smells like smoke (which gives me a headache) and we can't really afford a new dryer, but we're not dead and neither is the house.
Whew.
I m0xx0r all of you. The Ultimate Guide, imitation leather-bound, gold-edged pages, ribbon bookmark. Looks just like a Bible. Coolest... edition... EVAH.
*mockmockmockmockmock*
laserBeatles
Dec. 29th, 2001 06:08 pmI'm finally in the mood for the writeup of my adventures last night.
( It'll probably get a bit long. )
( It'll probably get a bit long. )