friskin

Yeeeah, I nearly burned down THS today. Here's how: In French we were cooking crepes (a yearly tradition for Mrs. Greenberg's classes) and so I'm standing there at the stove, knife in hand, scraping the edges of my tasty delight. Suddenly, I notice a napkin falling in slow motion into the flames (I was using a gas stove). It's all very surreal... I pick it out of the burner and drop it on the counter, which happens to be wood. The fire is growing, and I am trying to figure out what to do. I poke it with the knife for a few seconds, while saying, "Woah!" and "Hey, someone help me." Everyone stands and looks at me. I'm trapped inside myself, watching the burning napking and counter top. Finally, Leigh comes over and saves the day by hitting it with a paper plate.

I'm feeling quite embarassed about the whole incident.