While Jack was taking the pup-pups out for their afternoon stroll, I was being the good little Wife that I am and popped a pizza in the oven for lunch. Bad idea.When I went to put the pizza in (the now fully heated oven), I noticed the oven had caught on fire. That's a little too hot for my taste. I don't like burnt pizza...let alone a burnt house. With my mind going 90 to nothing, I turned off the oven and grabbed the first thing in sight...flour. With no Husband around, I flew out the door yelling for him. Jack was too far away, so a neighbor (anyone for that matter) would do. My hero neighbor Alex helped me put out the flames, and kept me from having a heart attack. I think it's safe to say Valentine's weekend was pretty heated.
My Husband fell in love when the Symphony started playing the James Bond medly. I fell in love with this guy. Shhh...don't tell him I said that.
I would say the night was a sucess. A great ending to a great night! I love this man.