After a nice evening out with Andy, Don, and Darkness, I anxiously anticipated eating this frozen pizza when I arrived home. Mmmm... what a perfect snack before heading to bed. I preheated the oven. Popped in the pizza and set the timer for 10 minutes, and sat on the sofa and started watching The Soup on TiVo. How quick! A frozen pizza ready to eat in 10 minutes. I can't wait!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! blasts into my subconscious and drags me out of my slumber. I open my eyes to hear not the oven timer - but both of my fire alarms - SCREAMING at me to wake the fuck up.
I jump up off the sofa and run into the kitchen to find smoke billowing out of the oven. I look up and smoke has filled the ceiling. I open the oven door to find that my pizza is now a charcoal frisbee. I frantically begin opening all the windows. Turn the vent on. Open the back door. Open the front door. Grab a hand towel and start fanning it in front of the alarms so they'll shut the hell up.
Smoke covers the ceilings of every room in my house. I turn on a fan and point it into each room to move the smoke towards the windows. It surprisingly works.
I can't believe I almost burnt the house down. Nice move.
Note to self: cold, pre-prepared, or microwave-only snacks attempted prior to bedtime.