Lost Keys, Breaking&Entering, and Chicken Wings

You're probably wondering what the heck do all these things have in common, well at least the chicken wing part, so let me tell you...

It all started with lost keys. Last night we were at Karen's house for dinner and to play cards. When we got home, Fonzy couldn't find his keys. Fonzy figured he dropped them while he was wrestling with TJ, so we called Karen to see if she could find the keys, no luck. Fast forward to today.....

I get home from work and decide to make chicken wings...well, decide Manuel was going to fry up some wings. What's the point of having a 16yr old who likes to cook and not let him cook. So Manuel starts frying the wings when he realizes his baseball game is at 6, instead of 8. When he realized this, it was 5 minutes to six! He throws on his uniform and I take the wings off the stove and go drop him off. Luckily the part is right around the corner, about 5-10 minutes. When I get home I continue to fry up the wings. While fying up the wings Fonzy decides to take Ezekiel and Elijah down to the pool while the food is cooking. Just as he was leaving Manuel called me to pick him up. Now here is where it get's interesting. Fonzy had taken my truck key from me since his keys were lost. He put the key on a key chain which he thought had Manuel's house key on it. I had just put my last batch of wings in the grease when Manuel called, so I figured, I could ran and get Manuel while the chicken cooked. I would only be gone 5 mins. As I was leaving out the house I grabbed Fonzy's truck key, asked him if this was the key to the house and he said yeah. So we all head out, the boys and Fonzy to the pool and me to get Manuel. When I get home, and turn the key in the lock...oh wait, the key does not turn, because it is NOT the house key! We are locked out of the house and there is chicken cooking on the stove! On high mind you! Here is where the breaking and entering comes in. Manuel claims he can get the door open with a credit card. All I'm thinking about is the chicken is cooking on high and I am about to burn our apartment down along with everyone elses. So while Manuel is trying to break in, I drive down to the pool cuz Fonzy has the cell phone to call the apartment complex. I call and tell them I am locked out and I have grease frying on the stove. I need maintenance here NOW! I speed off back to my apartment and pray I don't see smoke or hear my fire alarm going off. When I get there Manuel is still trying to break in. I panic for a while, waiting for maintenance when Manuel all of a sudden opens the door with a big smile on his face. "See mom, I told you I could break in!" Uh...is that a good thing or a bad thing? I run in and thought for sure my chicken was burnt and a fire was going to start any minute, but guess what...my chicken was done...nice, crispy and golden brown!

Morale of this story...never leave your chicken cooking on the stove, even if you THINK you are only going to be gone 5 minutes!

***edited to add***

the next day, guess where we found Fonzy's keys? In the glove box of the car sitting right in the garage! Are we rock smokers or what!