We had a minor emergency when the dishtowel/pot holder was left too close to the range's gas burner. As it turns out, I am more of a fireman than a photojournalist by nature. If I was the latter, you would be looking at a picture of a dishtowel in flames below. Instead, you see a charred, doused rag.
FYI, stay tuned. My duties here on the DS may possibly be extended. Not only have I established a permanent residency as Tuesday night guest blogger, but I might be taking over Friday nights as well. Some possible themes I've been considering are "This Week in Review," "The SWF Retrospective," "Best of Sylvie 2006-2007," or "Bloopers and Outtakes." Any other suggestions?
4 comments:
I think I should mention that our house still smells like a campfire. Who knew that a burning towel smelled like roasted marshmallows?
I like Fridays for P-tube night. yea yea yea.
She looks like she's enjoying that pasta........glad that you caught that burning towel in time. I guess we've all had similar circumstances in our lives, but at the time they're scary.
I'm going with the SWF Retrospective! I think I can even envision this as a popular 'Sunday morning talkers' show in her future! xxoo
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