Have You Ever?
Prompted by my recent raccoon speaking adventure, I decided to go ahead and begin a regular "Have You Ever?" post. Now before you get all settled in and ready to laugh at me, I'd like to let you know that I share really well. Naturally, I will probably have more than my share of "adventure" to share, but surely some of you have some funny stories of your own to help us all stay healthy. Send me your own adventures, escapades, and/or mishaps via email and they'll be included in our regular "Have You Ever?" post. The amount of stories sent in will determine whether "Have You Ever?" will be a weekly or monthly post. Life is fun, and funny, let's enjoy it together. Shall we? Ok now. I'll start the ball rolling with a sad tale of my own.
Have You Ever....
caught your hair on fire? Sad to say, I have. It happened a number of years ago. Two houses ago. We lived in town. Those facts are completely irrelevant to the story, sorry for the wanderings. There was a candle burning on the back of the toilet. Completely engrossed in something other than the candle, I bent over to look at something. The sound of crackling fire entered my consciousness and the thought that something sounds like it's burning went through my mind. I stood up to look for the source of the sound. Looking around for the fire, I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It was me!!! My hair was on fire!!! Immediately I began swatting the top of my head to put out the fire. I'm certain that was a spectacle to behold all by itself.
It finally dawned on me, after the fire was out, that I had a plastic clip on top of my head which ought to be removed. When I removed the clip, locks of burnt hair fell out. I realize that at this moment a normal individual would have been freaking out and concerned over whether there was any hair left on their head, but honestly, the sight of my head on fire that I had seen in the mirror was so crazy funny that I was laughing too hard to do much of anything. With tears running down my face, all I could say between laughing gasps was "I looked like someone on the Home Alone movie!"
Finally, after I had quit laughing continuously, I was able to have My Beloved, who was not at all amused by this adventure of mine, look at the top of my head to access the damage and amount of hair loss. I guess seeing your loved one with fire on her head isn't funny when you love her. Anyway, thanks to the clip, hair loss was minimal and easily hidden by changing my part. That patch did pose some challenges growing back in, but nothing major.
Oh yes, as a sidenote, I still laugh until I cry whenever I remember this situation, and My Beloved STILL does NOT find it at all amusing.
Now, this was adventure enough for anyone, but there is more...yes, it happened more than once. I have caught my hair on fire twice. Same house, not very long after the "Home Alone Head" fire, I was cooking breakfast for My Beloved when fire went up the sleeve of my robe and into my hair. Never wear hairspray to bed. Nothing much was burned. My robe didn't even have a mark. I did have to wonder what was up with me and fire though. OK, now I'm done.
THERE! See how easy that was? Surely some of you have stories to share now. Actually, I know some of you do. Remember to get them to me in an email so they can be posted in future "Have You Ever...?" posts. Laughing feels great. Really it does. Ready to share the joy! Blessed Mama
Have You Ever....
caught your hair on fire? Sad to say, I have. It happened a number of years ago. Two houses ago. We lived in town. Those facts are completely irrelevant to the story, sorry for the wanderings. There was a candle burning on the back of the toilet. Completely engrossed in something other than the candle, I bent over to look at something. The sound of crackling fire entered my consciousness and the thought that something sounds like it's burning went through my mind. I stood up to look for the source of the sound. Looking around for the fire, I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It was me!!! My hair was on fire!!! Immediately I began swatting the top of my head to put out the fire. I'm certain that was a spectacle to behold all by itself.
It finally dawned on me, after the fire was out, that I had a plastic clip on top of my head which ought to be removed. When I removed the clip, locks of burnt hair fell out. I realize that at this moment a normal individual would have been freaking out and concerned over whether there was any hair left on their head, but honestly, the sight of my head on fire that I had seen in the mirror was so crazy funny that I was laughing too hard to do much of anything. With tears running down my face, all I could say between laughing gasps was "I looked like someone on the Home Alone movie!"
Finally, after I had quit laughing continuously, I was able to have My Beloved, who was not at all amused by this adventure of mine, look at the top of my head to access the damage and amount of hair loss. I guess seeing your loved one with fire on her head isn't funny when you love her. Anyway, thanks to the clip, hair loss was minimal and easily hidden by changing my part. That patch did pose some challenges growing back in, but nothing major.
Oh yes, as a sidenote, I still laugh until I cry whenever I remember this situation, and My Beloved STILL does NOT find it at all amusing.
Now, this was adventure enough for anyone, but there is more...yes, it happened more than once. I have caught my hair on fire twice. Same house, not very long after the "Home Alone Head" fire, I was cooking breakfast for My Beloved when fire went up the sleeve of my robe and into my hair. Never wear hairspray to bed. Nothing much was burned. My robe didn't even have a mark. I did have to wonder what was up with me and fire though. OK, now I'm done.
THERE! See how easy that was? Surely some of you have stories to share now. Actually, I know some of you do. Remember to get them to me in an email so they can be posted in future "Have You Ever...?" posts. Laughing feels great. Really it does. Ready to share the joy! Blessed Mama