I just had my second bout with fire in less that 24 hours! I'm not even camping.

The candle thing was my fault, but I swear, the plastic lid on my boiling pot jumped out and dove onto the hot burner! So, genius that I am, I go for the, "quick, flip-it-off-with-my-finger" maneuver, only to recall that molten plastic tends to be sticky... and hot! Crap, my next job is going to be to figure out how to get the burned plastic off of the glass stove top. And the counter. And the cabinet door. Anyone need a condo?

I wonder who's more dangerous around here, me or Dad?