While cooking dinner tonight, the kids were playing in the old tv stand awaiting Matt to bring it upstairs. They kept sliding the glass door shut and putting each other in jail and I thought it was hilarious. So of course I grabbed my camera.
Mae had been standing on top of the tv stand leaning on the kitchen counter playing with a magazine but took a minute to squat down and see what the commotion was about. She grabbed the glass door and it briefly fell out. No big deal really, but as I went to put it back on its track, I looked up and saw flames.
I’m talking at least a foot high of flames.
I didn’t really think much after that, just kept saying “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” I grabbed the flaming magazine without hesitation and threw it in the sink where the flames grew higher and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to reach through and turn on the water. But lack of thinking forced me to reach through and turn on the water and put out the fire.
There was a freaking fire in my house tonight.
And I didn’t get burned. Not one bit. And aside from the awful smell, no one was injured and everything is intact.
Save for the magazine.
A freaking fire.