Watch out, you might get what yr after

Maybe I have a death wish.
In honor of our servicemen and women I spent Memorial Day reading, watching soaps (AHHHH!!!! Todd can't be dead! NOOOO!!!!!), and doing laundry. Lots and lots of laundry, I've been at it long enough to hang 4 loads on the line to dry. Time consuming and hot work on such a hot, humid day. Perfect for grilling out-but I'm cash free and the groceries I bought yesterday will have to serve until the money starts rolling in.
I'm perfectly willing to work for it-in fact, I look forward to it.
ANYWAY-short story long. I was out back taking down a load of clothes. I had water on the stove to boil for spaghetti with tomatoes and olives. I threw the towels into the dryer to toss (saving money has it's limits, no one wants scratchy towel after a shower-it's unpleasant) and I...smelled...something...funny...and...smoke?
SHIT!
Something was on fire.
It wasn't the dryer.
Good Lord-the kitchen!
At first I didn't see anything. And I didn't want to spoil my spaghetti and it might not be anything really-but, I couldn't shake this weird feeling that something was rather wrong.
Oh my FUCK!
The stove was on fire-like real live flames licking up from my electric stove. That is SO not right!
Being a sensible person, I panicked.
"How do you put out a kitchen fire? How? Grease fire-what if it's a grease fire? Move the damn spaghetti genius. Um, grease fire-flour. Right over the fire." I managed to not burn myself-by some miracle since the flame were about 4 inches high at that point. From a safe tossing distance of 2 feet I threw flour in the general direction of the stove. The flames hopped up another 2 inches and if I'm not mistaken, very near the wall. The house was surely going to burn down. Fuck,fuckity fuck.
Water! Try water-yes! Good idea! I grabbed the one bowl I own, turned on the faucet and filled it as much as I was willing to stand. About 6 seconds worth of water. I tossed it at the fire and it went out.
Oh thank God, it's out. And the house is still intact, not in flames. The stove was a distaster area. Flaming flour doused with water is a messy combination.
But I have it mostly cleaned up-the stove has black char marks that may or may not ever completely clean up. The house should be free of smoke in the next hour or so.
I'm still hungry.
Soon-I will face the kitchen again.
Pray for me.