And why is that, you ask?
Because the newly replaced sparker on our outdoor grille still doesn't work. And while I waited for it to catch, I waited too long before I opened the lid and threw a match in.
And my right arm was treated to a dipilatory. Just ash, that formerly nice blonde hair.
That was close. Good thing I wasn't leaning in.
I can feel just a little rawness, and a certain smell haunts me.
Guardian angel? Fate? Luck? You bet!