When I was a little boy someone special sang, 'Lord almighty, I feel my temperature rising. Higher, higher, it's burning through to my soul.' Well, my friends, my temperature sure was rising on this wretched winter's day. A tad too much to my taste, and it had nothing to do whatsoever with my neighbor across the street showing off her goods. Let's just say it's a sobering thought I could have been a widower today.
For those of you who don't know it yet, I'm married to a
Bollywood beauty who sells luxury chocolates to
turd dropping customers, and today she was on fire. Just not in a
Bruce Springsteen kind of way but more in a
Michael Jackson kind of way—unfortunately. I was at home, minding my own business prepping a tutorial, when my
bling bling Mr. Galaxy went
beep beep. So I pressed this virtual button and what did I see? A picture of Angie's work wear or what was left of them. Her co-worker told me it was a close call. Angie had actually been on fire: the backside of her boots, her jeans as well as her apron.
Luckily she's not a fan of cold winters so she happened to be wearing thick flame-resistant long johns underneath her jeans. She was also lucky to have scraped her long black hair back in a band or else... well, I just don't want to know. All I can tell you is she was pretty d@mn lucky. Apparantly there was this seemingly innocuous gas heater malfunction that could have easily lead to a full-blown disaster. You can imagine Angie was pretty shaken, as were her co-workers, but everybody was quick-brained and my burning love somehow found a way to take off her flaming clothes and live to see another day. What are the odds of that, right?
When things like this happen, you just want to sit down and think:
what if...
Do you know what I mean?
P.S. Any idea who sang about 'a hunk a hunk of burning love... aaaaaaah'?
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Wow, glad she is okay. Those situations can come fast and in an instant all can be gone. Does really make you think. Ummm The Honky Tonk Man..lol oh right Elvis?
ReplyDeleteYeah... it scared the beep out of me. A few seconds is sometimes all it takes for your life to go to beeeeeep. Elvis? You think so? ;) How's life, Pat?
Deletehaha beep yourself out now. Don't want to hurt the cat's virgin ears?
DeleteLife is life, trying a new way to get rid of my crap, a bit eww is all I will say, but we'll see.
You're smart. You'll find a way, oh yes you will. Too bad life isn't always willing to cooperate. I could insert a few beeps but it's Sunday and the sun's shining in our neck of the woods.
DeleteOh my gosh, how completely horrifying!! Thank God she is okay. Yes, I'm sure it makes you pause and appreciate how blessed you are to have her. Have a wonderful weekend with your beautiful bride!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kianwi! Haha yeah it sure made me pause. You have a great weekend too. Next week it'll be spring :)
DeleteHoly Cow!!
ReplyDeleteYou said she was HOT, but I didn't know it went to extremes!!!!
Ahh... Mr. Presley. Once on a white water canoe trip that I took with some friends, someone thought it to be a good idea that we write poems for enjoyment after dinner one evening. I borrowed fom the song you cited for the crescendo of the poem, and it went like this:
Hunka Hunka, burnin' Love...
There in Memphis-Town.
Did Elvis really cash his chips all in
With his pants pulled completely down?
Granted, it didn't win any literary awards, but I still thought it to be worthy.
:o)
~shoes~
I knew you'd know the specifics.... Not sure if I'd bestow you with a Perfect Poem Prize, though ;) A canoe trip... hmmm it's been a while since I last took one of those. As in 1995 or so. Yep, I told you she was hot, but this is definitely crossing the limit, wouldn't you say, Shoes? Enjoy the weekend, my friend.
DeleteThat is something. I think it simply was not her time to go. When it is your time, it is your time. Period. It is a wonderful thing that everything turned out as it did. Perhaps this is a chance for you both to appreciate life more fully. When we walk close to death, we tend to life life more appreciatively. We see the beauty we missed before. Perhaps you have been given the gift of grace.
ReplyDeleteWhen it's your time, it's your time.... I've always wondered about what that really means. Well, I walked pretty close to the grim you-know-who over a year ago, and I thought I'd had my fair share of it for years to come. I guess now the two of us finally have something in common next to our dazzling beauty and unimaginable kindness and intellect ;) Thanks, Robin.
DeleteI can imagine the two of you were pretty relieved it ended this well. Could have been a completely different story, but the odds were in her favour, fortunately! Say hi to Angie from me, will you, and ask her if she'd like to add some more "boring" stories to her life, if you understand what I mean. No more turd-dropping people, no more "girl on fire" stories, just beautiful, inspiring stories about husbands that spoil her with flowers - roses or tulips, if I remember well ;) - or some delicious Belgian chocolates... or... whatever, as long as it is a little less frightening :)
ReplyDeletePfffff I always spoil my women with flowers. Oh wait a minute.... Did I use a plural noun? I meant 'I always spoil my woman with flowers.' That's right. So right now there are some pretty ugly tullips staring at me, saying: 'We need to be replaced!' But I've got a headache and don't feel like going outside to continue the spoiling spree. But you know the song: 'Tomorrow, tomorrow... you're always a daaaaaaaaay aaaaaa-waaaaay.' You don't?
DeleteDo I know the song or do I think you should go outside and give it a try to go to the market to buy your wife some flowers? ;) Unfortunately (for you), I'd say yes to both. Tomorrow is another day, Grumpster, that's right. However, I don't know if you can find those tullips easily on a Sunday. I mean, in Leiden, you could only go to AH and there they only have roses. Mostly ugly ones, I'd say. But that's okay too, isn't it? ;) As long as you spoil your "women" (don't forget your mom, and I don't know about your cats? Are they male or female?) It's okay to have more than one woman in your life, as long as you can classify them into "important", "more important" and "Angie" LOL :D
DeleteWell, someone's got her sense of humor back. ;)
DeleteUnfortunately, that's just a random indication - I admit, I had to look that word up. I've been trying to study Portuguese all afternoon, but I'm grumpy. Now I know how you must feel. Since I struggled my way out of bed this afternoon at 3.30 PM I've been grumpy. That doesn't help a lot when you have to study subjunctives in Portuguese, for they have them in the present, past and future... *SIGH* I'll go back to my books now. See you around soon, hopefully less grumpy :(
DeleteWhen a woman tells a guy she knows how he feels, you know he's in trouble ;)
DeleteThat was a close call indeed! Thankfully she's alright but I can imagine the trauma. One of my greatest fears has something to do with fire and burning. Glad she's okay but of course the what ifs are always there. It's better not ponder on some of these what-ifs.
ReplyDeleteLive happy :)
Much too close to my taste. You're right... let's not spend too much time on the what-ifs. :) Hope you're doing better now.
DeleteThanks :)
DeleteI'm managing.
How many "hot" puns did you make to her after that? Also, aside from getting lit on fire, did she have to endure the subsequent embarrassment of having to throw off all her clothes at work?
ReplyDeleteThis is why they call you the Great Pickleope, Pickster. You just know... ;)
DeleteThat's actually pretty scary Grumps. To think that she was almost Kentucky-Fried-Angie (and it can happen to anyone). Just glad she's safe and maybe you'll appreciate her more eh ;) And yeah I know you already appreciate her, but I mean like MORE... like you won't have that headache next time she wants to do the "laundry" *wink wink nudge nudge*
ReplyDeleteMore? Are you serious, Az? Why do women always want more.... sigh sigh cry cry... But yeah, much as I love Kentucky, I'm not sure I could do with a Kentucky-Fried Angie. ;)
DeleteThere are no limits to how much a man can love a women Grumps...
DeleteAnd Hurrah for NO Malware warnings on your site, how did you do it?
Pickleope told me it had something to do with my visitor counter, so I just got rid of it. Guess he was right after all.
DeleteThere are no limits to how much women want either, Az... ;)
oh. poor Angie :( I mean, she is used to living near living fire next to you, but nobody likes real fire on their body .... Will the shop pay her money for this accident at work? And is she fine now?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dezz. She's fine now. But it sure was the fright of her life. I'm not sure about the money you're referring to... if you mean in addition to a new set of clothes...
DeleteP.S. Are you calling me... hot? (or merely dangerous)
you is all fire, Blue :P
DeleteHope the dear ANgie is OK,OMY ANgie has to be careful, send her a lot of huggss!!
ReplyDeleteI will, Gloria Dear :) I will!
DeleteThat's far more frightening than Gwyneth Paltrow getting the top of her head cut off during the autopsy scene in Contagion.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie Junebug
Mmm you've got a point there, Janie. I'll tell her ;) Hope you're doing fine.
DeleteElvis for sure...trust me on this one Grumpster...
ReplyDeleteSorry about her accident...
Cheers!
Linda :o)
Thanks, Linda. Oh I trust you, alright. I own all of his 400 or so records, including those from the Follow That Dream collectors label. Yep, that's right. ;) But I hate impersonators...
DeleteI have had some accidents with fire abd hot oil in the kitchen and isnt funny; believeme; the last was 1 month ago abd still I have a hole in my feet:) really dangerous!
ReplyDeleteDid you say... a hole in your feet? Dear Lord, Gloria! You've got to be more careful. I mean, we love you and we love your food, but there's no food in the world that's worth a hole in your food. Or is there. Well, maybe there is. Yesterday your poor blue friend was home alone and he managed to ruin his French fries...
DeleteThat is terrifying! Now I feel the need to invest in more flame-retardant clothes...
ReplyDeleteI feel the exact same need. Nothing scares me more than a shark, a human turd on the floor and clothes on fire.
DeleteFlipping heck! That's not funny. Thank GOD she's ok. You can't think about what if's - that'll drive you mad.
ReplyDeleteThat, my friend, can only be Elvis.
Flippin' heck and then some, Jules! Nope, no more what if's for me. We're fully stocked over here, thank you. But what if we won the lottery? Bora Bora?
DeleteGood Lord! Thank God she's safe RC.
ReplyDeleten in other news, think that was the King himself...
I know. Or it would've been a very short marriage and I would have to come to India to go clubbing with you. ;)
DeleteI only just read this. I'm glad to hear Angie escaped unscathed! What caused the accident? Exploding flour? (I'm not kidding; that happens sometimes when there's an open fire and a cloud of small particles.) Is her employer going to pay for the damage?
ReplyDeleteDVK
Oven-type thingie. You betcha.
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