After the flames grew to more than 8 feet and the living room was engulfed in flame, I learned that the flue was not open and I should not have stuffed the entire fireplace with paper, but put in just a few at a time. I hadn't even blown out the match when the fire got HUGE!
I yelled "FIRE! FIRE! BIG FIRE!" and Brian came tearing out of the bedroom, grabbed an extinguisher and put the thing out. Now all that's left to do is dust and vacuum up all the yellow, stinky powder. And to calm down.
I do not think I will make a fire for a long while
4 comments:
yeah, we were. I didn't know it either but, you better believe that I won't forget it now!
Admit it, you were bored and wanted to play fireman with Brian!e
I would rather set fire to my house again than spin out on the freeway again! Spokane is a freaky place to live!
Wow! That sound so scary! Glad you have Brian around... the hero!!
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