At 4:06 today, I decided I was hungry and that a frozen pizza sounded good. At 4:18, I placed the pizza in the oven, set the timer, and waited. At 4:30, I heard a beeping sound. I walked over to the oven, and it had just managed to lock itself, with the pizza inside.

At 4:31, I proceeded to freak out. I called my parents, they didn't answer their phone. My mom was on a flight to Indianapolis, and my dad was on his was to Chico. I called my Aunt, she didn't answer the phone. I called my boyfriend's mother, and she was in a meeting. I called my boyfriend's sister, and she rushed over immediately to my house. We both tried unsuccessfully to unlock and turn off the oven. The oven was rapidly heating with a pizza locked inside.

At 4:45, smoke began pouring out of the oven, and continued to pour until it began pouring out of the windows and doors of the house. It was at this time when my eyes began to sting from the smoke. I continued to frantically contact someone, anyone, who might know how to shut down or open the oven, but no one answered. When the smoke began pouring out in larger quantities, I decided to call the fire department.

Man did I feel stupid. How on earth did I manage to lock a pizza in an oven? Anyways, firemen came, got the pizza out -- which was burnt to ashes. Good news - the house wasn't burned down. Hmm, I just realized I don't know when to use "burned" and when to use "burnt"; is burned like the past participle and burnt an adjective? Hmmm, I don't know...

So now I'm left here, with no pizza, and no oven, and not knowing how to use the verb "burn".

And I'm still hungry.