This was inspired by a holiday mishap which happened to me last year and a misunderstanding my husband had when he caught me in mid-panicked melt-down.

Comments appreciated and nibbled on with hot mocha with whipped cream.

Well, lookee here... I haven't been on the boards in forever and I am the first to reply!

Very fun vignette! I thought for sure the Kent house was in ruins! Thank goodness it was just the (un)edible kind!

Yup. I fell for it hook, line and sinker. I couldn't figure out how the house could be on fire and Martha not know about it. You had me the whole way through.

Thanks for the chuckles.

LOVED it! Did not see the end coming at all....


Could totally picture both of these expressions...liked this detail you added

This was great! So like Clark to worry ahead of time, and so like Lois to be annoyed by it, and hold her ground .

Cool way to describe a super-charged Clark in the snow...loved it!

Really liked the ending of this...seemed totally like a 'Clark' thing to say--and really fit with how he was feeling at that moment. Awesome!

Now I'm in the mood to read about Lois and Clark building the gingerbread house together--sure all sorts of funny issues could come up with the construction--with Lois trying to take over, and Clark trying to plan it all out perfectly...

I love a fun holiday story--thanks for a great read!

Laura

I didn't see that coming at all! I was a little confused at first by Martha's lack of overreaction. And then Martha asking about "their" house, I was like Great little twist! I can see that happening!

Ha! That was fun. I *did* think that Martha seemed a bit too calm for Lois to have actually burned the house down... I particularly enjoyed this line:

Oh, and I agree; Clark's reaction was utterly priceless! What a fantastic way to start the holiday season!

LOL There totally wasn't enought time for the HOUSE house to burn down - and come on Clark, you think you'd miss seeing a huge plume of smoke coming from the farm?

*smh & lol*

This story TOTALLY caught me off guard! But as I read, I wondered how Martha of all people could have missed smelling smoke!

After that, all I could do was read and chuckle as the fic unfolded.

Oooh! Virginia Christmas Cheer! /checks length/ Michael

mozartmaid: Thanks for stopping by within the first ten minutes. /it's easy to be first when you read it as soon as I post/

I'm glad you enjoyed the subtle twist ending. Poor Lois gets such a bad rap for being danger prone.


Shallowford: I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I figured in this story the barn isn't right next to the house but down the drive a good 100+ yards. It's possible to ruin a house with smoke damage (and an inside fire) without burning it down. Luckily Lois did neither.

You're Welcome.


Laura (LMA): Thank you for reading and commenting.


Thanks. While opposite may attract, they also rub off on one another.

I can't have her admit she's wrong, even when she is.

I'm glad you liked this image. I wasn't sure about it, since Clark would technically have to be spinning down the drive to create it.

Well, he is our resident smart aleck.

I know Mozartmaid wrote a story recently which had them baking cookies together, but I have no plans for a sequel.

Thanks, and you're welcome.

Mouserocks: Glad to have you rolling in the aisles.

Yes, I was worried about that, too. Maybe I'll crank it up a bit for the Archive version; although, since Martha speaks woman, and knew what Lois was up to, she correctly assumed 'gingerbread' house.
When you marry a Kansan...

Uh... 'cause it did kind of happen to me? You'd think my family would've learned not to disturb me while I'm in the midst of trying to bake something new. Ha! My hubby made the mistake of calling while I was smoke detector deep in burning gingerbread house. /This is when I discovered that cake mix boxes have shrunk, but my recipe called for the old box size./

Thanks for stopping by. Caught another one!
Does smoke smell worse than manure? She *was* mucking out a stall.

I'm glad you were entertained. Thanks for reading.

Darth Michael: Yup.

MARTHA:

In town with Jonathan buying feed.

LOIS: *MY* mother wasn't traditional!

LOIS: Well, he *can* eat it if he *wants to*.

CLARK: We're at my *folks!*

Ooops. Did we miss that one?

Technically, Lois didn't say "burned down", she said "ruined", but... you're probably right.

He and Jonathan drove back to the farm in the truck. He only flew from the other side of the barn.

JONATHAN: I guess we shouldn't have insulated the thing with wood shavings and old newspapers dipped in turpentine.

Because he didn't know Lois had been baking.

LOIS: Lucy! /calls Monica and Rachel and insists that they let Lucy move in with them/

Yeah, I made the same mistake. I figured since we weren't going to eat it, how it tasted didn't really matter... My hubby, the Chef, had the same reaction you did.

Her cookies gave him indigestion?

Thank you. I try to keep you on your toes.

WRONG CLARK: Oh, will you just shut up!
Yes, WC looks a lot like a green Tempus in a Santa outfit.

Michael

Actually, when I typed that out, I accidentally... Feudenily, typed out "Long" instead of "Wrong".
CLARK: And, technically, Lois, I like to call 'em 'shorts'.

Hey, canon Lois turned down canon Clark the first time he asked too.

LOIS: No, no. I meant with his jaw and cast iron stomach, he could *try* to eat my first batch...

Hmmmm. I'll have to add that one to my list... or as a suggestion for the FanFiction Reader\'s Club list. /hint, hint, nudge, nudge/

CLARK: She's not?

LOIS: I like Kryptonian men... well, man really, just the one though.
ZARA: You can't have him. Ching's mine!

So, he’s Short Clark? Wonder if that’s better than Brief Clark.

LOIS: So, next you want to say that my butt looks big in those jeans?

Michael