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I was having a hard time trying to come up with our first blog post. I should have known that one or both or our husbands wouldn’t let us down.
We’re lucky with the weather this weekend being so nice and warm. Tonight we promised the kids that we would have the first fire of the summer and roast some marshmallows. They love it when we have a fire in the backyard and sometimes our neighbors come over and roast marshmallows with us.
I don’t know what it is with men. I just want a small fire that burns out fast so the kids can roast marshmallows and get to bed. But my husband seems to feel the bigger the bonfire the better, never mind that it might burn for 2 or 3 hours before we can roast marshmallows and the kids won’t get to bed until after 10 or 11.
After dinner I was cleaning off the dining room table and Rich was outside getting the fire ready. I looked out the patio door in time to see my normally sensible husband pouring gasoline, yes….gasoline on the wood. I yelled out the door, “That’s the stupidest thing ever! What are you thinking?”
He didn’t seem to see the problem. The wood might be wet and he wanted to get it burning faster. Ya, can you believe it? I kept our 6 year old son in the house and made our 2 daughters stay way back. I told him again that it was a dumb idea and he was gonna get burned and it was going to go FWOOOMP.
He reached the long lighter into the wood and a huge fireball erupted. FWOOMP, just like on TV. It sounded like an explosion and the smell of gasoline hung in the air. He jumped back and wiped his face. The heat from the fireball singed all the hair off of his hands and forearms. He came over to me, feeling his face with his hands and asked if he still had eyebrows. Luckily he did, would have served him right if he didn’t, what a stupid thing to do. Our 6 year old looked at me and said “Daddy’s not a genius when it comes to making fires.”
So I guess we were lucky that our first fire of the season didn’t involve third degree burns and a trip to the emergency room. The marshmallows sure tasted good but the gasoline smell does seem to linger.
Have a great Memorial Day.