I went to light the (gas) fireplace this weekend and it ended rather badly. I am really glad I told Missy to go stand on the other side of the room. POOF! Big puff of flame. My eyebrows and eyelashes were singed, plus all the hair on my arms and around my face. I actually asked my 5-year-old, "is my hair on fire?"
I have burns on my hands and wrists that hurt. I put lavender on them. It is helping.
People at my old job used to wonder why I didn't take advantage of the free flying lessons. Well, duh. It's because of stuff like this. I can't even light a stinking match without torching myself. I am sure the flight lessons would go well.
The kids' dad went to St. Louis for a few days. It makes sense… he has no job, no unemployment insurance, and no interviews on the schedule. I'm willing to bet this week's chewing gum money that somehow, there's a hotel room involved, too. That guy loves hotel rooms.
In the meantime, I am looking up recipes for fish. I hate fish but I need to eat it more for the health benefits. I wish I liked salmon. Now that's a fish that gets the job done.
My mother fell again. I can't afford to fly back East, so her attorney is paying for my travel. It does not look good. They said she is speaking gibberish. I am bracing myself.
Thanksgiving. Thoughts of Brenden.
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