I worked on my domestic skills last night. I made dinner (which is becoming more and more rare) and banana bread (which Hubby Dear loves). This morning however, I woke up an hour earlier than usual to a strange smell. "Is that gas?" Yes. It was. One of my burners looked like it was off, but was still leaking. Awesome. Nothing like airing out your house at 6 am.
I am very, very grateful that we are okay (cats and all). I know that could have made the news. Now I am super paranoid and quite antsy to get a electric stove.