So for the last 24 hours we have been without power thanks to a brief rain/wind storm that left many of us without electricity. Well if any of you know McCall's fettish for candles, yesterday was her dream come true.
So before we went to bed last night she had to blow out a million candles... as I lifted my head from the pillow on my bed I looked at one solitary candle on the nightstand. "Aren't you going to put that one out as well?" "Oh yeah!" she says. She grabs the candle and heads in my direction. I guess because my angle to blow was off (from laying down) she thought it was obviously a good idea to tilt the candle so I'd have better access to it. Keep in mind that these candles have been lit for a while and have built up a considerable amount of hot candle liquid. So as she tilts it the burning wax drips all over my neck and down my chest and back, oozing for what seems like eternity.
Meanwhile my brain was telling me to scream "My skin is burning!", but strangely, my nerve endings were contemplating "You know what? This definitely is not as bad as I was expecting?" That was all McCall needed to laugh for the next ten minutes, trying to apologize but failing to do so each time.