Induced Combustion

Lind­sey Haw­ley (who will soon escape the frozen tun­dra of Alak­sa and move in with Paula and I) burst into flame the oth­er day, prompt­ing reflec­tion (and no small amount of laugh­ter) on our part.

Our thoughts:

• We’re for­tu­nate not to have a gas stove.
• We’re for­tu­nate not to favor flam­ma­ble sleep­wear.
• We’re for­tu­nate not to have large win­dows in our kitchen.
• We’re for­tu­nate to have learned of Lind­sey’s pro­cliv­i­ties so ear­ly. New rule: Lind­sey can’t cook coed. And we’ll start stor­ing a spare robe next to the fire extin­guish­er.