All right, this is a totally new low, even for me, but then again, we all have our moments.
SO. Last night, me, my mom, and my loving, *cough!* sympathetic, *choke!* siblings decided to enjoy a nice meal of pasta, garlic bread, and salad on the deck...by candle light. Now, that should have been a heads-up, for me and my...clumsiness. Anyway, after we were done eating, my two siblings went to the neighbor children's house to play...football...I think. My mom and I cleared the table, and then we decided to play cards on the deck.
Then, my brothers came home. We were playing a 2-4 player game, so we quickly made room for them, moved candles around, etc. I had a candle in front of me, so I could see my hand of cards. I leaned over to draw for my turn, and...well...I smell something burning. I look down, thinking it's the drawcord of my sweatshirt, and lo and behold, my hait was on fire!!!
Luckily school hasn't started yet for me, hmmm...?
And on this cheery note, I take my leave: DON'T LEAN OVER FIRE WHEN YOUR SOMEWHAT LONG HAIR IS LOOSE!!!
Peace out,
-Em
