Day 24: Whatever Tickles Your Fancy

Oh buddy... If there was ever a story worthy of being a Talls & Smalls Adventure, its probably this one. So yesterday was our 3rd month anniversary. For our wedding someone gave us two champagne glasses with a bottle of sparkling cider (non-alcoholic of course) which we drank with a fancy dinner for our 1 month anniversary so its become sort of a tradition to have sparkling cider in those glasses every month on the 14th. The first month we had a fancy dinner at home and the second month we had a picnic. Well this month the 14th just happened to be a Sunday so I tried to think of Sabbath Day dates to go on and finally decided to hide out in a church after the block to have a packed lunch like we did pretty much every Sunday when we were engaged. However, that plan got disrupted by a messed up schedule blah blah blah so we were just having a normal lunch at home with our champagne glasses and everstuff when I had the brilliant idea of lighting a candle to make it a little more romantic. So we lit a candle and the mood was set, that is until buddy picked up a random paper towel and stuffed it in the candle. At first I was just like, "Buddy, what are you doing?" But then I plucked it out and it was flaming and I started yelling, "Buddy! Buddy!" There were ashes flying everywhere and a burning paper towel just sitting on our table. It wasn't long before our smoke alarms went off too. Buddy was poking at the flaming towel with a fork while I was debating on whether stomping on the ashes or throwing water on them would have a better effect. Finally, buddy got the towel stabbed by a fork and wanted to throw it in the garbage can which really is probably the stupidest thing you could do so I yelled at him for that too. His next idea was to take it outside but I wouldn't let him do that either so I grabbed a cup, filled it with water and stuffed the paper towel in it to listen to it sizzle. As we looked around, we noticed all the ashes that had littered our kitchen/living room and were just grateful we didn't set anything on fire. And then we laughed... and laughed... and laughed. It really was great! Just wouldn't have been if the house had caught on fire. The best part though is that we still have the cup with the paper towel inside and a note on top of it that reads, "In remembrance of the sparks that flew at our third month anniversary lunch". Oh yes, married life is great :)