Last night the flame gas grill kept blowing out. As I was trying to re-light it in a moment of part stupidity, part ignorance, apparently gas in the air ignited. I must have heard it before the actual explosion, because my head was turned away and eyes closed...I never saw flame, but the kids did. Funny what goes through your head in a split second. Oh no, I must be on fire. Stop drop and roll. What if I'm disfigured for life?
Amazingly I didn't actually catch on fire. However, for a moment I couldn't figure out what all the crunchy stuff was on my arms and head and what that weird smell was. The kids said, "Why is your hair so fuzzy, Mama?" Burned hair of course. I have an appointment with the hairdresser this afternoon to see if she can repair the damage. I'm just thankful that's all the damage that was done.
8 comments:
Yikes! I've done that before. Praise God that you weren't burned!
Seriously. I meant burned seriously. Obviously you WERE singed a bit. *smiles*
I knew what you meant. :) Actually, *I* wasn't burned. Just my hair. I didn't even feel the heat, but my hair apparently did. The hairdresser just had to snip ends, so it wasn't as bad as I expected!
WOW! Praise God you weren't seriously hurt.
That sounds like a work of God to submit;)
http://adustyframe.com/2007/10/19/works-of-god-weekend-16/
Lizzie
Whoa...
Praise God that you are FINE!!!
Praise God!!! Praise God!!!
I am so glad, happy, that you are ok!
Someone was definitely watching over you. Glad you weren't hurt badly.
Thanks for dropping over to my blog and commenting.
Mary
Oh goodness I am so glad you are alright. That is a yucky smell though. Wow. I will praise with and over you. Wow!
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