By the time you read this, it will be too late to reprimand me.
Yesterday I almost burned down the house--the fire alarm actually went off. Luckily, R happened to come home in time to save the day, blowing out my candle before anything actually caught on fire. I came into the room to find a part of my desk shelf scorched black and the face of my alarm clock melted off. (Note to self: Remember, just because an object doesn't physically touch a flame doesn't mean it won't burn. You learned this in chemistry.) Now our room smells like a bonfire.
As usual, we had a good laugh over it--we always do when bad things happen. But I guess that's probably not a good habit; it kind of implies that we don't understand the gravity of the situation.
Anyways, the important thing is, I learned not to leave a candle unattended. Ever. Especially if there's something above it.
Love,
Chantal
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