Late yesterday, I decided that I'd take today off.  It's a rare opportunity that presented itself - and I couldn't resist.

I got up at 5am, worked out, got tons of chores done around the house.  Lunch time rolled around and I put a mini flatbread pizza in the oven to warm.  As my cheesy za is in the oven, I phone the store.  Suddenly, I see out the corner of my eye that flames are coming from the oven!  I scream "I'll call ya back" into the phone and threw it on the counter.  Poor Droid.  I open the oven door and the aluminum foil covered in cheese drippings from many previous meals was on fire!  Lots of fire! Lots of flames!  Oddly enough I had the common sense to grab the baking soda and throw it onto the flames!  As I watched the flames die, and my dream of a hot lunch fade, I laughed as I realized the irony of the event.  I was on the phone with the Fire Chief's wife!!