Don't tell The Squeeze, but I sort of set the kitchen on fire last night. Just a little. I turned the back burner on instead of the front one, which was no big deal. I turned the proper one on, and turned away to grab a plate. Turned back, and--well, apparently the roll of paper towels was a leeettle too close to that back burner. It was a rather lovely pillar of flames.
I used the floor, my feet, and a lot of cuss words to put it out. Luckily, the paper towel holder is marble. Luckily, the floor is tiled. Luckily, I was actually wearing shoes for once. Luckily, the neighbors didn't look out their kitchen window into ours. That might have been difficult to explain.
But hey, in a relationship, it's okay to keep some things to yourself, right? A secret isn't exactly the same as a lie...
And it's not like my pants actually started on fire. They're just a little, you know.
Jemma is totally judging me.