Hot Boxing

I'm tired. I skipped going to the gym tonight. I'm two shifts into a six-day stretch. It takes me a half a pot of coffee to get going in the morning. Let me know if you have seen my motivation running around anywhere, because I can't seem to find it.


Outside, freezing rain pelts against the glass. I decide that a quiet night in is just what I need. I heat up a frozen pizza, sip a glass of red wine, start up the fireplace, and then a movie.

Just what I want.


Suddenly, the movie gets interrupted by loud beeping.

?

It is the downstairs smoke alarm.

I didn't burn the pizza, so I shut it off, and resume my movie.

Minutes later, the upstairs smoke alarm starts going off.

?

I wander upstairs and jump and swat at the thing to knock it down (Apparently, I could use a few chairs or stepladder upstairs.)


As I head back downstairs, I realize I'm walking into a hazy, smoke-filled room...

That's right...

You guessed it...

I forgot to open up the damper on the fireplace.

Pure genius.


I guess at least it doesn't smell like paint in my house anymore!