last night, after returning from work, the boyfriend was standing in the kitchen cooking. as we were talking, i saw him scowl.

"Huh."

a pause.

"The stove's on fire."

after watching for a seconds ("fire, pretty"), seeing it get waaay too big for comfort, and wondering whether our fire extinguisher was safe to use on the stove, we yanked the electric coil out of its socket, tossed it into the sink, dropped a buttload of flour into the drip pan and (for good measure) used a towel to smother it. no more fire. then, the boyfriend and i stared at each other for a second before demonstrating our geekiness/BeavisandButtheadibility by agreeing "That was cool."