So last night about 8 p.m. the wife and i were watching tv, all the windows were open and a nice breeze coming through the living room. And then the house started to smell like smoke, i went out the back door to see who was burning what since you need a burn permit this time of year, didn’t see any smoke or smell much, so i came back in and continued watching My 600lb life ( keep in mind i’m banned from the remote sometimes). So after a while my wife says, who in the hell would be burning something this time of night, and i responded its “probably the jackasses down the hill burning their trash”, and she says “no it smells more like an electrical fire or plastic burning”. So she gets up,opens the front door and looks out, and yells, “the garage is on fire its coming from the garage”. So i flew off the couch, hurdled the coffee table and ran to open the garage door expecting the worst.
Low and behold, it was one of her 4ft flower pots that sit on each side of the garage on fire and smoldering. I then remembered i put my cigarette out in it 2-1/2 hrs earlier. Who in the hell would ever think potting soil was flammable.So after being called every stupid name in the book, and 5 gallons of water putting out the fire, i realized i at least saved myself the ass-chewing in 3 weeks when she found the butt while planting flowers.On a positive note she did say “I’ve never seen you move that fast in 20+ years, and my tough guy response was ” i was just getting out of he house since i knew it was on fire”