Jonny’s yelling at me to post something so he doesn’t have to see Michael C. Hall’s old David face.
Okay…here’s a story. This one time, I caught on fire while cooking pasta. I was wearing my robe, which has big terry cloth sleeves, as robes are sometimes wont to have, and as I was cooking tomatoes for sauce, my right sleeve caught some of the flame from the burner. I only vaguely remember what happened after that, just that my sleeve went up and somehow the flames went up to the back of the neck of the robe. I was screaming and shucked the thing off me, stomping on it. Jonny, hearing the commotion, came out and helped me stomp out the flames.
Miraculously, I was totally fine, other than some singed hair along my neckline, and my shaken confidence. I handled it with my standard use of complete self-deprecation. Still do…often I’ll look at Jonny and say, hey, remember that time I caught on fire? That was funny. [except not.]
I learned a valuable lesson though: put on real clothes when cooking. Cuz I mean, it’s not obvious or anything.