Thursday, June 17, 2004

Flaming Potholders

Job searching tends to take it out of you, as does extreme poverty. It leads you to do things like make pasta at 11 PM so that you'll have lunch for the rest of the week even though by Thursday you're semi-spewing at the very sight of it.

I was engaged in this activity the other day--the pasta making, not the semi-spewing--and I was so tired, and so ready to be done with the whole affair, and when the pot was ready to strain I went and got the potholders and gripped it on either side ("It's not a matter of where 'e grips it! It's a matter of weight ratios!") And I couldn't get a good hold, so I grabbed it further down (suddenly this entire story has taken on a wholly different tone than I intended, but anyway) and just as I was thinking, "Well, that's an odd odor," the entire potholder BURST INTO FLAMES.

I doused it in the sink, but the really great part is, the Blonde Bachelorette Pad now reeks of charred potholder, a Yankee Candle scent I cannot recommend.

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