I started a fire…in the kitchen…the day before Thanksgiving. Needless to say, I make a terrible Southern woman.
In my defense, the culprit was a candle that got caught flirting with disaster: a nearby roll of paper towels.
Luckily, not more than 10 seconds after the spark, the corner of my eye detected the liminal flame. In that moment, there was no hesitation: I grabbed the entire metal holder, sprinted out of our back door, and launched the fire as far from our home as possible.
My children – a captured audience – stood sheltered behind the jungle gym, crying.
And this is how Thanksgiving 2016 began.
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What a way to begin the day!
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think positive. it could only get better from there!
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🙂 It certainly did. Who knew the day before Thanksgiving could be more eventful than the holiday itself?
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