Fabulous Fire

I recently learned how to make Philly Cheese Steak Sandwiches. It involves sautéing onions and peppers in mustard, and toasting rolls under the broiler. As I was performing such tasks I was talking to my mom on the phone. My hubby overheard pieces of the conversation and came in to ask some clarifying questions. He was sidetracked however, by an oven mitt. The distracting oven mitt was sitting right behind me on the counter minding its own, and blazing away. 4 inch flames, I was oblivious to, prevented the clarifying questions from leaving my hubby’s mouth. What did leave his mouth, “Did I just hear you say OH MY GOD THE OVEN MITTS ON FIRE!!!!” prompted only a slow turn around and confused look, until of course I saw what he was referring to. He quickly grabbed the mitt and threw it out back onto the porch. I threw him is water bottle and he doused the flames. Out of breath and over excited we came back inside. I thought to myself “what’s that smell, like something is burning… ” then it occurred to me… THE ROLLS! I ran to the oven and opened it to find, you guessed it, more fabulous flames; again, no less than 4 inches high. I pulled them out of the oven and blew them out like candles on a birthday cake, which to my surprise worked fabulously! I then walked to the back door and flung them out with the charred oven mitt. The dogs wouldn’t touch them. I am now down an oven mitt and a dinner. Fabulous!

Fabulous Furbabies

I have always been a cat lover. I married someone who is allergic to cats. Fabulous right? There was no trickery or deceit. I knew long before we were engaged that he was allergic. Really, truly allergic. I knew too that he was a dog lover. What I didn't know was that his beloved childhood friend would pass away two months before our wedding date. I also didn't know how deep my future hubby's need for a dog was. I had always told him that I wanted a year without a dog. You see, reader, my mom was a chienne amante (dog lover). I had spent my childhood with the stinky, hairy, messy, inconsiderate of peoples' personal space, creatures. I would go to school only to realize in my third hour that the dog had urinated on my back pack. I don't think a year was asking too much, honestly. However it soon became clear to me that my hubby was just not himself without a canine companion. I made the secret decision that we would, at the first opportunity, adopt a furbaby of our own. So the saying is true, love is blinding. Only after the adoption of our 2 gigantic chocolate labs do I remember why, and how deeply, dogs repulse me. Fabulous.

Fabulous Flicking

I like to finish washing all the dishes before I go to bed. That way I can go to bed feeling accomplished. If I did nothing all day, got nothing done, at least I did the dishes! Well last night, I was finishing up dishes and listening to Pandora on my laptop, which was on the counter behind me. When I went to “like” a song or skip a song I dried my hands first. The hubby would not be happy to learn that I put wet soapy hands on the computer. Like any normal person, I sort of “flick” my hands to remove excess water before towel drying. When I “flicked” my hands I happen to “flick” the knife that I had just washed. The knife apparently did not appreciate being flicked, because it sliced the side of my finger open. Fabulous!

Fabulous Fellowship

Sunday morning I attended a Ladies Bible Class at my church. The leaders of the group arranged for an extended praise, prayer and worship time. They provided all the prayers from the last couple of months to the women who requested them. Those women then shared the prayer request again and told how God had answered each prayer and which requests still needed prayers. What a blessing it was to hear how these prayers were answered by our father in heaven. Prayer works; and that is just, fabulous!

Fabulous Curtains

My wonderful father came over the other day and installed a curtain rod over the front picture window so that I could hang my new curtains. There were none previously and as it was the front window my hubby and I thought we needed a little more, privacy. They look, Fabulous. No more than two days later my hubby decided that he would have a go at fixing the security shutter on the outside of the front picture window. We have been in the house over a year and have been entirely unable to make the thing come down more than 2 1/2 feet. Well, he succeeded. The solid metal, bullet-proof, security shade is down. The only problem now is that we cannot get it to go back up. We didn't need the curtains after all I guess. Fabulous!

Fabulous Forgetfulness

After having a bed sheet hung in our front picture window for a month, I convinced my penurious hubby that it was time to buy curtains. We set a reasonable budget grabbed the living room paint swatches and headed to Anna's Linen's. LOVE THAT STORE! After some compromising (no young or old marriage can survive without it) we agreed on beautiful blue and copper curtains (matched the living room blue perfectly). Now what size should we get? ... No idea, we forgot to measure the window... Fabulous!