when renos and cooking combine

last night i was singing when smoke gets in your eyes as i groped in the haze looking for the fire that was consuming our house. downstairs i ran, upstairs i panicked to find a pot billowing smoke. my throat burned like fire i wanted to run outside but -30 in pjs is not a fun thought. doors and windows open. we freeze, our birds freeze. as we try to sleep with masks on we realize its not worth it and off we went to sandra's house at 3 am to have a nice sleep. little did we know we would smell worse than a chimney.