What started out as a productive day ended with a small kitchen fire caused by yours truly.

We have one of those stoves that has a ceramic top, and our kitchen has next to no counter space. Peter temporarily moved my electric kettle on top of the stove for some reason. We were reupholstering the bottom of our couch (thanks, kittens), when he asked me to put some boiling water on the stove to start some Stovetop for part of our dinner. I did, and then went back to help him. Five minutes later we heard a crackling noise, and he turned around and the stove was on fire! Turns out that I had turned on the wrong burner, even though I remember checking it. We used the fire extinguisher to put the fire out, and I ran upstairs with the cats to get them away from the smoke.

The house is ok, we're all ok. It smelled terrible–like burnt plastic from the kettle–so we're camping out at Cristin's place for the evening. I'm hoping when I go back in the morning it will be better. We did call our insurance company just in case.

A few things I'm thankful for after this adventure:

• Friends who take you (and your cats!) in at a moment's notice without a second though
• Husbands who think fast in an emergency situation
• Dads who are always there for advice (I don't think I'm ever going to be too old to call my dad and ask him what he thinks)
• That we're safe!

So that added a little more fun to our weekend. Needless to say that I'll be going into work late tomorrow, so that I can meet the adjuster and start cleaning up anything that I can. Never boring!