Crystal brings back a post which reminds me of a book title: “Women, Fire, And Dangerous Things” by George Lakoff
Another Thursday in which I throwback. This time though, it isn’t because I’m in lazy mode and haven’t the oomph or the care to write, no, this time it’s because I am writing. Lots of words. A lot of them. Like enough to maybe become something like a book . . . that many.
So, back to the throwback, this is about me and fire and melted things.
I am proud to say I have not had any mishaps nor have I created or participated in any mayhem involving fire since this post was first written.
Lie. There was a little, BUT, I was an observer. My son was the mischief maker. Did you know coffee creamer is awesome when it meets flame?
AND just so you know, I am not letting a child play with fire, he’s 20, so . . .
And now I’m not allowed
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Had to look it up 😊I find every nuance of language fascinating, might have to get me a copy!
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In that case I may have to reread it, its been decades, in case discussion ensues.
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