Monday, January 12, 2009
People (person) at the party get HOT HOT HOT
There are some events which truly deserve their own 15 minutes of infamy. This, is one of those stories. For however long as I can remember, I've read/heard about other people's holiday stories with that flair for the dramatic, the fantastic, the disaster-ic, you name it. But never, ever, had I experienced something like that first hand. 2008, changed all that. From an innocent beginning, Sara buttering and sugaring the lefse (homemade by the way!!), James leaning back in the corner of the countertop, and I sitting near the kitchen sink. Sara's eyes grew to the size of softballs in a quick tick and said, "FIRE", I nearly suffered 3rd degree whiplash turning my head around, figuring one of the youngn's had set the table ablaze, but as Sara took the dishcloth and started whipping James back.... there it were - FIRE!! No Animals were harmed in this action shot, but James' shirts were damaged beyond further wearing...... and after 35 Christmas seasons...... I have my story for the watercooler.