We didn't start the fire... oh wait.. I did...

Literally just a few minutes ago on my electric stove, I just caused a fire. My mother got me this pan to make sandwiches. After craving a really good grilled cheese like I have for the past few days, I buckled down and in my pajamas at 12:30 in the afternoon decided to make some. With some Kraft "cheese" of course.

I had my plan all scoped out. I'd put a little butter in this pan, put the sandwich onto the pan, smash it down get dressed, then dive into the greatness of grilled "cheese". I threw the butter in the pan thinking hell yeah, this'll be good. Watched a little Total Divas and went back to the stove. As I lifted the pan debating on putting more buttery goodness into the pan I see smoke, a BUNCH of smoke so I look for the vent button, I find it. More smoke in the seconds I look up to find the vent. I'm going to remove this from the heat I think. Small fire, fire alarm. Oh shit I ramble in my head. Fire, water two opposing elements, this makes sense. Pour water from sink into, sink blows back like fuck you! Oh shit I think, where do I put this now? The bathtub? The toilet? Do I bring this shit outside? Luckily the fire stopped. Looking back down baking soda may have worked but looking back also I can only than God that my paper towels catch fire to make this even worse. I am so thankful for God that I learned this crazy lesson and nothing happened.

I am also very happy that no one from the apartment complex came up to check on me lol. I have unplugged every Wallflower and closed every candle. I was scared as hell and hope that never happens again. I'm scared to use to stove, I'm scared to use the oven, I'm scared to use to microwave. I don't want to use butter ever again or leave my house just incase another fire starts. Thank God is ALL I can say.

Thank God,

Megan