I've almost burnt the place down twice so far.

I had told my husband to clean the microwave and he never did. Needless to say I went to cook some rice-a-roni in a little tupperware... It was smelling great for the first 5 minutes and then my super pregnant nose kicked in and realized it stopped smelling so great. I turn my head and see like.. massive amounts of smoke coming from the vents in the microwave and am like "OMG!" I get my husband to run over to the microwave only to see that the rice-a-roni is on a little fire, he turns the microwave off and the fire is killed by the smoke... Needless to say my entire little studio apartment was filled with smoke, even with both windows open and it smelled like death for about 2 weeks.

The second time I was cooking cinnamon rolls and didn't realize that there was like left over cake icing on the cookie pan and I went over to check on them and smoke was coming out of the oven because apparently cake icing + foil = flamable.