Literally. This year's Hanukkah party was livened up when I smelled something burning. A search of the house (not my house) revealed that a decorative peacock feather wreath had fallen on to a sturdy metal candelabra and was merrily flaming away. I smothered it with a wet dishcloth.

A few Christmases ago (my step-family is Christian) I was at their place when a candle on a mantelpiece fell against a huge oil painting hung over the mantelpiece, setting that on fire. I smothered that one with a cloth napkin.

And then there was the incident which can be found by clicking the "naked and dripping wet" tag. There is a reason why I have a fire extinguisher in my car!

From: [identity profile] rachelmanija.livejournal.com


Actually, I was dripping. Within two minutes of arrival someone spilled a glass of red wine down the back of my white sweatshirt, making me appear to have been stabbed in the back. My attempt to mop up with a blue napkin produced an interesting tie-dye effect.
larryhammer: drawing of a wildhaired figure dancing, label: "La!" (La!)

From: [personal profile] larryhammer


Do we need to chip in to buy you a "clothed a dripping wet" tag?

---L.
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