After the fire pt 2

It appears I have tempted fate because last night I had an actual fire at the house. What I learned was that pizza boxes should not be put in the oven on the bottom rack at 450 degrees, that I'm actually pretty good at putting out fires, how to disconnect a hard wired smoke detector, and how pervasive the fine powder of whatever comes out of the fire extinguisher is. This after one of the worst days at work in recent memory, a ripped shirt courtesy of my friends spastic dog, and after the fire, no edible food, I think it's safe to label this one as 'worst day ever.' Okay, worst day in recent history. Why tempt fate to outdo itself?