Life has been hectic at the Lassiter hub, aka my house lately. So by last Friday, I was looking forward to Saturday to sleep in a bit then clean house. At least going for the illusion of clean. lol I awoke about 11am. Ooops! too late to make it into the bank. Oh well, I didn’t much want to go anyway.
By 11:3o I was starting wash. !@#$@#$ washer died on me. I put a call in to the repair service… “They will call me back Monday”. Ok, I refuse to go the the laundry mat in the next town, so the girls go to the farm and to their brothers to throw in things we must have done. No real biggy.
Olivia had started preheating the oven for a pizza and asked me to listen for the beep and put it in for her, they’d be back by the time it was cooled.
I’m sitting in the dining room and Samara and Jasmine are in the living room watching cartoons. Suddenly I realize there is smoke filling the kitchen! I run in there and my oven looks as if it’s been turned into a Ben Franklin stove. Then, it dawns on me I’m smelling burning plastic. I grab some bar towels out from under the sink plop them under water, a take one sopped one and open the oven door and throw it in. Green burning goo goes a flying! Oh shit!!!!! Grab a few more towels and start throwing them in. lol I get the flames extinguished then head for the windows. Even though it is a mere 32F outside I have to air out the house quick. I holler at Samara to stay in the living room and cross ventilate as best I could. Turned off the furnace so nothing would be circulated through the house, check and double check on Toodle-do (my lovebird), holler to Samara again to stay in the warmer and still smoke free living room. Then joined the babies shortly after that to collapse for a bit. lol
This whole thing could have been avoided. I had caught Camron twice the previous day hiding his gooey frog in the oven. Had I thought to tell Olivia the story…
Oh well, one more near crisis averted PTL.
When the girls got back we shut the windows and scraped what remained of froggy off the oven.
By this time we are all even more hungry so Calli goes to the basement freezer for another pizza. When she comes back up she informs me she heard a dripping sound near the water heater and there is water heading for the sump pump. Lovely.
It’s like the damn thing waited for me to get there. I went down stairs and began checking around the water heater. I get down on my knees for a better look and the whole bottom cuts loose like some sort of fountain! I quickly turn off the water heater, then the supply line. Go upstairs to happily (not) announce we now have no hot water.
NOTHING is open past noon on Saturday in hillbilly ghetto after noon. I didn’t go to the bank anyway, so it wouldn’t have mattered if there was. 
We manage to make it through the day and have reconciled ourselves to not being able to do anything until Monday but some grocery shopping. Teen girls cannot go anywhere without a good shower first so they go back to Caleb’s to bathe and retrieve the laundry.
By now it is supper time, so they decide to wait until after to go to the store. By the time they get back it is getting late. I get a call from Caleb asking me if I’d come run him to Casey’s for milk before they close. No problem… I jumped in the car and headed over there right after I hung up. Go the three blocks to Caleb’s pick him up drive another three to Casey’s. (in case you are wondering, no my son isn’t that spoiled lol, it was sleeting to beat the band)
When we get back to Caleb’s we see the mayor go down the road with his blue lights on. (he’s also on VFD) Then I see the rescue truck and another first responder. Caleb and I both said something to the effect of someone probably got into a ditch outside town and pray quickly that it’s not too bad.
I drop him off and head down to turn onto my street. As I turned, I could see the rescue lights, by the time I’m a block more it dawns on me that they are a MY house. I think I nearly had a heart attack. I pulled into the yard and jumped out and asked some man in my yard what happened. He replied he didn’t really know, but there had been a 911 call.
I came barreling into the house to find Calli holding Samara and a lot of crying. Samara had climbed onto the kitchen table and fell of backwards onto her head. Calli freaked at all the blood and the fact there was no car here and called 911. Samara got a ride in the ambulance, a new teddy bear, and a story to tell… “Bonk a head; juice come out”
Grannie got a few more gray hairs and Mommy got her first ones. 
So how was your week end? 
