Fabric, floral foam, plywood and staples littered the kitchen floor. The dogs took cover under the couch and pool table.
“I think we need a staple here,” The Man suggested.
“Why doesn't this fit? I measured twice.” I was getting frustrated.
Looking back I now wonder what happened to my womanly instincts at that moment.
The Man, a skillet and high temperatures.
Before he could answer, a POOF came from the stove and the kitchen filled with smoke.