Only at my house.Last night I cooked up some rabbit for Steve & his brother. No I didn't eat mr. fuzzy bunny. It squicked me out enough cooking the damn thing. I ate left over meatloaf.
We just finished dinner and I asked Steve to mix me a fresh drink. He filled my glass and set it on the table. Satan's Little Helper proceeds to jump up on the table and want some attention. The food is off the table so I figure I'll pet him. The damn cat then starts rubbing his head on my freshly FULL glass of whiskey.
The glass topples over and everything gets soaking wet. Including me.
I change my clothes and Nick leaves. I brought out some junk towels and put them on the carpet to soak up the whiskey & soda.
With out thinking, Steve flips the table cloth up to the top of the table forgetting there are lit candles on the table.
Six candles to be exact.
The table cloth went up like a roman candle.
My friend Cathy was over too and luckily she had the common sense to grab the wet towels off the floor and throw them on the flames.
Never a dull moment in my house folks......