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Lesson Learned

Wes was 8 and Billy was 10, and we were home alone. I’d turned the oven on and then continued watching television with them while it heated up. After fifteen or so minutes, Billy reminded me it was dinner time, and Wes, ever the parrot, said, “Yeah… dinner.”

I got up and headed for the kitchen, the boys hot on my heels, and when I opened the oven door, they were standing side-by-side a few feet away.

exploding ovenI failed to notice the oven hadn’t lit, and when I opened the door, the combination of propane, oxygen and pilot light created a minor explosion. Thankfully, it didn’t go, BOOM, and only made a muffled, “POOMF” sound. Looking back, we were lucky I didn’t blow the house up. The extent of the damage was my moustache was fabulously curly, and I had no eyebrows.

The boys had scurried into their room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, and were staring, wide-eyed, at me from the doorway. When I smiled, they figured the excitement was over, and came scampering back into the kitchen.

They looked in the empty oven, then looked up at me. Billy grinned and said, “Cool!”

Wes said, “Yeah… cool.”

Lesson: Never close the door and walk away from a gas oven until you know it’s lit.

 

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Oh, So You Don’t Love your Kids?

I had a pretty good battle with a computer generated sales pitch a few days ago; still don’t know how it’s going to turn out; I’ll be watching my credit card real close for awhile. Dang, I hate it when that happens. But I’ll tell you about that one later. Right now I want to tell you how it went down one time back in the old days. Read the rest of this entry »

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He Should Have Went To Jared

I know you’ve all heard the saying, “If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.” You might also recall a story I posted recently called, Oh, So You Don’t Love Your Kids? The story was about a child portrait salesman who paid me a visit back in the old days, before computers began talking to us on the phone, trying to sell us stuff we don’t want. I recently had an encounter with just such a machine. Read the rest of this entry »

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Oh, So You Don’t Love your Kids?

I had a pretty good battle with a computer generated sales pitch a few days ago; still don’t know how it’s going to turn out; I’ll be watching my credit card real close for awhile. Dang, I hate it when that happens. But I’ll tell you about that one later. Right now I want to tell you how it went down one time back in the old days. Read the rest of this entry »

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Here’s A Good One On Russ

Tobin will, no doubt, enjoy this one; then again, he might have the same answer for Russ that I did. Read the rest of this entry »

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