It’s Saturday morning. I wake up early-ish to Eden asking if she can turn the heat up. I can’t fall back asleep. So I get up, shower, get dressed, hair, makeup. I have to work, so I putz around a bit on the computer and decide to make breakfast. We’ve been getting these frozen beef breakfast sausage patties, but I tend to fill the house with smoke when I make them – they’re best when they’re crispy (aka slightly burnt). When we were stoveless I started cooking them on the grill and it worked out perfect.

So I run out in the rain, turn on the two outside burners, let them sit for a sec, and then turn on the middle one. The grill won’t light. I try again. Still won’t light. I open the lid, as I’m sure I need to actually SEE what’s happening. I try again. A giant flame rises from the grill and it’s lit. I smell burning hair. MY burning hair….

Great…

Luckily, it only got a small part of my bangs and part of one side in the front. And NOT any of my eyelashes.

I think maybe I’ll go back to filling the house with smoke when I cook sausages.