Suddenly she was waving at me and saying, "NO, No! The oxygen!"
It turns out that her elderly husband was attached to a traveling oxygen tank and in my fervor I almost blew him up. Woops.
Drive a stick in high heels? "Pretty Woman" a brownie at a selectmen? Whether that flaming item is underwear or a hot pocket I'm your girl. I call them moments of whimsy and this is the place where I take you along for the ride.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
LaDeDah + Fire = BAD STUFF
As the afternoon sun faded on this glorious day I puttered around the dining room at my latest future former place of employment lighting candles on the table tops and making conversation with the guests. As I neared one particular table the woman at it caught my eye and touched the candle holder in a gesture fraught with "please sir may I have some light". I rushed forward to oblige. (have I mentioned that I am terrified of fire and use a foot long grill lighter for this?)
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