Everyone has that moment that tests their flight or fight response. Apparently I am a flight kind of girl. Not what I expected, but without a doubt, when my hair caught on fire, I was 100% in flight mode.
Last weekend, I was having a nice relaxing sit down/stand around a fire. We are not from the city, so this was clearly not a regular fire. It was a raging, clean your yard in the spring kind of fire. There was no firepit to nicely contain the size. The only parameter was the size of the fence surrounding the pasture we were standing in. We be from the country, bitches! Anyhow, back to my story. I was enjoying the heat from a nice respectable distance, while sipping wine out of my adult sippy cup du jour, when I happened to notice a tiny little spark from the corner of my eye. At first, I just thought that my hoodie was on fire and reacted quite calmly, but once my over processed hair decided to get in the mix, I seemed to lose the ability to think like a sane person.
All I can say is, thankfully I was standing next to some quick thinking friends who weren’t afraid to risk burning their hands by extinguishing the tiki torch on my head – quite unlike myself.
And, in case you were wondering, yelling, “stop, drop and roll!” while your hair goes up in flames is not effective. – C.U.Next Tuesday! – R.Dolly