Jon ate my pizza, and as retalliation, I decided to burn down the kitchen.

Well, not really, but that's kind of the events of the evening.

I'd ordered pizza last night, and was all set to eat the rest of it tonight, only to find an empty box when I got home. Boooo.

So I preheated the oven to at least have the leftover cheesesticks, and I didn't know what else. I went to put them in, and there was a big-ass flame on the bottom of the oven!

!!!!!

Apparently some foodstuff had fallen down by the heating element and caught aflame. I was able to blow it out, but it scared be bejebus out of me.

Now I'm traumatized, and have ordered a replacement pizza. No more cooking tonight.