Not my hair, my mobile home, okay maybe fire is not quite correct. Joff turned on the wrong burner, the burner had a cast iron skillet sitting on it with a plastic spatula in the pan. The trailer still smells like burning plastic, we got everyone out, the smoke came pouring out of every window and door and a day later I can still taste the plastic on the back of my throat. Yuck. No more plastic spatula’s. Ever.
I broke my eye glasses.
This has been a very interesting weekend.My sweet Joff dragged my morose self out last night, we went and took a peek at my house, my dream house, the one I would buy if I could. Surprisingly that cheered me up, gosh darn I love that property, we rented a movie and got something to eat. So feeling a little more chipper.