Ramblings of a Southern Goddess

About Me

Location: Louisiana, United States

The Southern Goddess pretends she's a goddess, but in reality (she tries to stay in touch,occasionally), she's a full-time working wife, mom, full-time college student, garden lover, wannabee writer, horsewoman, and scrapbooker who pretends she lives in an old South antebellum home surrounded by lovely people who just live to serve her every whim. In truth, she struggles to keep up with day to day life while dreaming of the day when her house is clean, laundry is all done, errands are run, and her life is easy. She pretends she has all the time in the world, but really, she would love to have more time to ride her horses, record her family history in scrapbooks, write profound and inspirational poetry and catch moments in time with her camera. Oh, and blog. She shares her life with hubby, Monkey (not Rhett), Ava (the greatest "teenager" on Earth), four dogs (Lady Bella Grace, Blue Daisy, Captain and Teki) and Robert, the cat who thinks he's God.

Thursday, March 17

Boobs on Fire!!!

Okay...so I've got a sick kid...who's in my bed watching cartoons...so I decide I'm going to make the most of this unexpected time at home. So I'm piddling around the house...cleaning, washing clothes, folding clothes, etc. Okay...so I decide to light some candles to freshen the place, right? I strike a match and it snaps in two. I look down and flaming away on my, uh, ample chest...is the match. Oh, my gosh! My boobs are on fire! I flick it off of me...it lands on my hardwood floors...but does the little flame go out? Uh, NO! Oh, gosh...what do I do? I step on it. Luckily, I did have chenille socks on. No real damage, it seems...to me or the hardwood floor. Just call me Mrs. Doubtfire.

posted by Marybeth @ 3:28 PM |

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