Burning down the house

Well, the lessons learned in Bachelorville don’t always come easy. But a lesson learned the hard way is not soon forgotten…

I was fixing a Red Baron pizza for supper tonight. Deep dish. Pepperoni. When taking it out of the oven, I was using a dish towel. So I pulled the rack out and stuck the towel between my legs (ummm, not the smartest thing to do) while I checked the pizza to see if it was done. I immediately felt the towel burning the back of my leg. I thought to myself how odd it was that it had gotten that hot after only touching the oven rack for a couple of seconds. The burning got worse, so I grabbed the towel and discovered that it was on fire. I threw it on the floor and it continued flaming. I stomped on it, then threw it in the sink and turned on the faucet. Fortunately, I didn’t burn down the entire apartment complex. No permanent damage was done, just a few singed hairs.

So, lesson learned: Never put a flaming towel between your legs. There’s probably an old Chinese proverb about that somewhere.

Me and Tommy Lee
While watching Tommy Lee Goes To College tonight, I realized something. If you take away the tattoos, Pamela Anderson, the musical talent, and the STD’s, he and I really aren’t that different. I really enjoyed when he called Snoop Dogg on his cell phone and we got to hear Snoop’s voice mail.

That reminds me, my favorite commercial right now is the Snoop Dogg/Lee Iacocca Chrysler ad. “Fo shizzle, Iacozizzle!” LOL That’s gold!

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose…”