The Cooking Gods Hate Me!

I started a fire this evening.

As if the cookie failure wasn't enough, I attempted a German Chocolate cake (Jason's favorite!) from scratch today.  Well, when I didn't have 2 or 3 9in. cake pans, I decided to improvise.  I used 2 8in. pans. After a while I started to smell something burning.  I checked in the oven and saw that they were overflowing.  I didn't figure it was that big of deal, but I started to worry after the smell got worse and I saw the batter start a little ember on the burner. There was cake batter EVERYWHERE.  I told Jason we might want to take them out.  He helped me slide them on to a cutting board.  I noticed smoke was pouring out of the oven, so I opened it up and in the calmest voice I said "it's...on...fire."  I guess the batter in the bottom of the oven caught on fire.  Well, Thank God I live with a fireman because in about .3 seconds he went over to the sink, turned the water on full blast and pulled the sprayer out as far as it would go and sprayed it like a water hose into the oven.  The entire kitchen and living room was engulfed in smoke.  The poor dogs were trying to escape.  So, I turned the heater off and we had to open all the windows and doors and bundle Elise up.  The house was 65 degrees.  Jason cleaned the oven and everything around it because it was all wet.  What a nightmare!  Jason said he wanted a fire this weekend, he just didn't want it in his own home.

So, as if I didn't feel bad enough about all that... I was rinsing out the sink and accidentally let the measuring spoon go down the drain... WHILE THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL WAS RUNNING!  At that point I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  I was really questioning if I should even THINK about cooking dinner, Jason said it would be an opportunity for me to redeem myself.  We ordered pizza.