Oops...

I was making a new meal that is quickly becoming one of my husband's favorites. I call it Ravioli Lasagna. Don't question. Its quick and delicious. Well, I'm embarrassed to say that I put it in the over, even heard my timer go off...and then forgot about it. The sauce spilled over onto the tin foil at the bottom of the oven and started to smoke. By the time I got in there the smoke had filled the oven. I opened it to check on my dish. When the smoke detector in the kitchen didn't go off I thought that I was good and there wasn't enough smoke to set anything off.

The blaring sounds of the hall smoke detector, that is even more regrettably connected to the house security alarm, went off. With a child screaming in fear from the loud sounds, my husband asking me what on earth he is supposed to, I rush up to the alarm box by the garage door. The phone rings. I explain the situation to Lori on the phone in very broken English and she promises that she will not send the fire department.

I call Aunt Deneal, she gives me the code and the noise stops. I come down stairs and there are two firemen at the door to my place. They get some information from my husband and then I notice that my clean bras are sitting on the table including a diaper that I had just changed before the incident and had placed on the table to keep away from curious hands.

I am thoroughly embarrassed. The end.