birthday death.

I think Jesse might be trying to kill me. He left for work this morning and I stayed in bed for another hour or so. When I finally came downstairs I went in the kitchen and smelled gas. At first I thought he had terrible gas that lingered for a really long time. But then I looked at the stove and both pilot lights were out. At first I wondered why he didn't notice the problem. Then I realized he blew them out. It's so scandalous.