Thanks Mom for the new fancy hair spray for Christmas! Yesterday, I was bitten by the organizational bug once again. (With perfectly styled hair I might add) As I opened that door to the garage cold nipped at my stocking feet – a cold front had just moved in and then I realized that I am not quite ready to give up my 50* days. What I found was that the garage was taken hostage by the mammoth pile of Christmas wrapping paper and cardboard. I sighed when I noticed a piece of ribbon poking out of one of the boxes that I had purchased in anticipation for wrapping gifts now piled up in a wad and waiting its turn in the burn barrel. Ah, man - My shoes were buried somewhere under this Panic-attack-waiting-to-happen albatross. Shoes or no shoes this pile WILL be burned today, Right now! Wet and cold socks was a small price to pay to get a functioning garage space back! Although, Nathan would strongly disagree. I knew I had precisely 6 minutes before little Aaron would wake and demand dinner. I had to work quickly – It’s a good thing I grew up as a Lauren because if there was one thing we knew it was how to get a job done. I got so frustrated that after I stuffed the burn barrel as full as possible I couldn’t get the thing to catch fire with the wind blowing the way it was, not to mention my feet were cold and I had exactly 2.5 minutes left on my Aaron timer. Then, I remembered what I learned as a child. ‘Anything is possible as long as you have the right tools: duct tape, a butter knife, and 5 gallon can of gasoline’ Ahh HA! GASSOLNE! Apparently, this pile needed a little help if out if I was ever going to be able to find my shoes… The strong smelling fuel poured out of the spout much quicker than I expected and even some dripped down the outside of the burn barrel. I struck the first match and the wind quickly snuffed out the last ingredient in my hostage garbage/garage hostage negotiation. Again, strike two I couldn’t keep the silly matched lit! I could now hear the baby crying and my time was now up. I stepped closer to the burn barrel and tried to shield the wind with my body and *FLASH* I don’t even remember striking the match. The force of fire took my breath away and sent me stumbling for the house. When I was able to catch my breath I was overwhelmed by the smell of burned hair. I am not even sure what caught on fire first – that wad of Christmas ribbon or my new fancy hair spray. Thank you mom for the new fancy hairspray for Christmas and a new hairstyle to ring in the New Year! Susan Lauren
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:57:33 +0000
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