Fire-Bruce Springsteen (or Pointer Sisters, whichever
you like best)
True story. I'm cooking rice, okay, and the water's just come to a
boil on the front burner. The pot, I might add, is just about as big round
as the burner. I decide we need some spice in the water before I add the
rice--no big, do it all the time. Spices I want are in the cupboard right
above the stove.
Note, I was wearing my new cotton bunny hug at work today over my big
blue shirt--you know the one--seats a family of four and is really comfy--also
long enough to cover most serious fat up front. Took off the 'jumper' if
you will, when I got home as the house was warm.
Okay, so I'm reaching for the spices with my little tyranosaurus (sp?)
arms, and being very very careful not to lean up on the stove--don't want
to burn the belly, right?
I get the spice, I'm holding it in my hand, I check--water still boiling,
good, gonna open the packet and dump in spice, then rice, then some veggies
and we're gonna have supper--simple bachelorette fair, hell I might not
even use a bowl, but anyway, we're good to go and then suddenly--
--what's that smell?
Good God I'm on fire!
Seriously, it was total sitcom land!! The very edge of my shirt had
lit on the very edge of the burner. And whatever misbegotten unnatural
fibres that shirt was made of made polyester look like asbestos!! That
sucker went up like a rocket, big flameage, and me spinning around and
beating at the thing like a madwoman with, you guessed it, the hand still
holding the packet of spice!!
So, I get my shirt put out...
Singed my hand a little beating out the flames--it's okay to laugh,
I laugh just thinking about it. What was it he said? "Goddess goes up in
flames...and You Are There!" *L* But a little cold water and a little lotion
and it's fine. Barely even pink. The shirt? Hole the size of my head in
the side of it!! And I liked that shirt, dammit!
So, note to self, no reaching, unless it's for rainbows...
Things to Do Tomorrow: Sweep up onion powder and flakes of shirt ash....
Fire-Bruce Springsteen (or Pointer Sisters, whichever you like best)
I’m driving in my car, I turn on the radio
I’m pulling you close, you just say no
You say you don’t like it, but girl I know you’re a liar
`cause when we kiss, fire
Late at night I’m takin’ you home
I say I wanna stay, you say you wanna be alone
You say you don’t love me, girl you can’t hide your desire
`cause when we kiss, fire
You had a hold on me, right from the start
A grip so tight I couldn’t tear it apart
My nerves all jumpin’ actin’ like a fool
Well your kisses they burn but your heart stays cool
Romeo and juliet, samson and delilah
Baby you can bet their love they didn’t deny
Your words say split but your words they lie
`cause when we kiss, fire