Gas Gas Gas!
Mood:  accident prone
About 3 weeks ago, I turned on the oven for the first time in months, and it smelled like natural gas. (James was pressuring me to actually cook dinner). So I did the responsible thing, for a change, and called the gas company. Unfortunately, our oven was leaking gas. I thought this was a good thing at first, because now I would have a good excuse to not cook. However, we got a new oven a couple days later. So my excuse of a gas leak does not work anymore.

Fast forward to today. We left for our Thursday morning playgroup and all was well. My cell phone started to ring. I didn't recognize the phone number so I thought "let it go to voicemail." Bad mistake. It was the gas company and there was a gas leak outside of our house. So Ben and I come home to the street blocked off, fire engines in front of our house and cops telling me I'm not allowed to walk down the street. I told them I live at the place that they're blocking off. So they said "oh, okay, well you can go inside and everything!" "Is this safe?", I thought. They reassured us that there was no gas leaking in the house, only outside the house but they had to shut off the gas for while. Oh schucks, I guess that means I can't cook dinner tonight!

So not even 11 months old yet, and Ben has already witnessed 2 gas leaks. He learned two things from these fiascos. 1, gas is no laughing matter. 2, Keyspan employs very nice individuals.