About those fireworks...

Everyone deserves a grand homecoming, right? Well, I think Dale would have been happy to just have the pie I was trying to make without the house fire I created in the meantime. Yes, I started a fire trying to bake. Laugh all you want. I'm an idiot. See, when I went home I stuck a pan and some plastic stuff that didn't fit in the dishwasher in the oven. Well, that's not something I would normally do. Fastforward over a month and I forgot I did that, so when I preheated the oven it all caught fire. Needless to say, it got big fast and I called 911. Went and woke up my jet-lagged sleeping hubby and got us all out of the house. Well, all but Hilde. I just knew I had killed her, but the fireman rescued her. Poor baby. Poor Dale. He ended up at the emergency room with a bit of smoke inhalation. He's my hero. He kept his cool and got a fire extinguisher from the neighbors and put the fire out before the fire department arrived. They were amazed. They couldn't believe he put out such a big fire with the little extinguisher. He figures it's due to all the AF training he has to do every year. I do have to say though that being military made the whole experience a lot easier than it would be for most people. Housing moved us into a new house and now we are getting settled in. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a simple event, we slept in a tent in the back yard for a week and going through the mess with the restoration company was long and tiring. Plus, moving in general is exhausting. I'm grateful though that we had a place to go. Now just to get all unpacked. Ugh.