“I keep that place clean ever night and I am forever dusting it...”
I hear you. Before I married my husband, I dusted my kitchen faithfully every week. When I sold the place, the realtor asked if the stove had ever been used. Heck yes, I used to light my cigarettes from the burners.
That’s how I discovered I look good in short bangs.
LOL!!!
Reminds me of a time I got snowbound in Tulsa. The roads were unusable due to the amount of ice and the electric was gone-old.
So I need some heat. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter .
Lit my cigarette, turned the gas on heater in the bathroom and as I was stooping down to light the thing with the lighter all of a sudden I saw bright light, felt incredible heat on my face and the sound of fire, Which was “WHOOSH !!!!”.
My face was still beat red when the cute neighbor gal dropped. Y and my hair was unmistakabley full of slip ends.
She laughed and invited herse I saw bright and made me drink some Sketch and quite a bit of wine before taking advantage of me.
I crafted a long stick out of a wire hanger and it enabled me to post a bit of wood to the end which I would light.
From then on I only lit the furnace while standing just on the other side of the wall which protected me from playing Kurt Russell ala the movie “Backdraft”.