I’ve had a number of people mention to me that they think I manage to have a fair number of near death misses for a young white girl coming from a small city. We’ll see how long this lasts, but after my brother nearly killed me, him, and our brother John with a gas leak today, I decided that it might be funny to record a few of my “experiences.”
Yes, that’s right. My brother left the gas on our gas stove on, but without ever lighting the stove. So basically we had tons of natural gas pouring into our house, to the point where the smell drifted to my dear room at the other end of the house. I bolted out of there fearing a gas leak (though surprised the smell was that strong), and my brother was standing sheepishly by the stove. Thankfully he had eventually realized that his pot of water was no where near boiling and shut things down with the common sense not to try to light the stove now that we had a house full of gas.
The smell is still strong, but as long as no one tries to light a candle, or make a sudden movement that would cause sparks, I think we’ll live. We’re currently airing out the house even though this probably happened close to an hour ago. It’s fun to be a McMullan.
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