I may have failed to mention that Skywalker has been spending the summer with us, but that is the reason that my hair has been looking oh-so-good lately. She has a very expensive flat iron and she lets me borrow it every morning. Isn’t she a little sweetheart?
Of course, ya’ll know that no good deed goes unpunished. Every morning, I style my hair in front of the bathroom mirror. When I’m done, I unplug the flat iron and put it on the stove in the kitchen to cool. This makes Hubby very happy as he is constantly worried that one of us girls will burn the house down because we forgot to turn off a curling iron.
As usual, I forgot to clean up after myself when I got home from work. During the course of Little King David’s explorations last night, he found the knobs on the stove. As luck would have it, he turned on the gas burner that Skywalker’s flat iron was resting on.
Don’t you just love the smell of melting plastic?
The good news is that the flat iron still works. Although I feel guilty, Skywalker is very understanding. She is as accident-prone as I am, as evidenced by the flatiron in the toilet incident just a few months ago. I won’t embarrass her by sharing the details of that story, but you can imagine.