
Last night, on Christmas Eve, we wondered to ourselves “Hmmm....does it seem smoky in the house?" Anna had made parmesan toasties for dinner and worried, “Did I turn the oven off? Baby? Does it seem smoky in here to you?” “Maybe a little but I think it’s my glasses”, Christie replied. Anna then went upstairs to check her eyes, to see if her eyes were cloudy. Or was it the stove that caused the extra smoke? Maybe something was left on the bottom of the oven burning. She went back downstairs to check the oven. Nope. Oven off and no smoke bellowed. Yet our home still seemed smoky. Anna then asked, “Is there something wrong with my eyes? Everything is cloudy or smoky looking. Ok, well, I'll wait ‘till the morning to see if I have the same symptoms or if it goes away”. Christie said, "it's just because you're tired baby!” Anna, still worried, remarked, “I am 41 years old and I have cataracts!”
And then,
BEEP....BEEP....BEEEP.....BEEEEEEPPPPPPP!!! Anna thought to herself, “why is the smoke alarm going off upstairs?" As Anna ran upstairs, she saw a flutter of light in the bathroom. It suddenly dawned on her "THAT'S WHY THERE IS SMOKE IN THE HOUSE!!!!"
Christie had lit a mango soy candle around 3pm (it smelled so pretty) and it had burned slowly since then, filling up the house with smoke. We had no clue. Since it has been so cold (around 40 degrees) at night we’ve had most of the windows completely closed upstairs. So the smoke slowly filled the upstairs and then moved quietly downstairs. We had no clue. It smelled so pretty. It played tricks with Anna’s eyes, caused her to worry that a trip to the doctor was in order, and filled the WHOLE house with smoke. We had no clue. The house smelled so pretty!
We hurriedly opened all the windows in the house and turned on the fans to filter all the smoke out. “Brr!” Christie said, “Baby it’s cold outside”. Anna threw more blankets on her. Once things settled down and the alarm stopped ringing, Anna went upstairs to use the bathroom. As she got up, she noticed the toilet set was all black. The first thing she thought was, "Is my ass black?" NOPE! Whew. She grabbed some extra toilet paper to wipe the black soot off the toilet seat and it wouldn't come off. Yes, the black stuff was soot burned off from the mango soy candle. BUT…the house smelled so pretty! The soot just couldn’t be wiped off so Anna brought in the big guns: bathroom cleaner. Just what she wanted to do on Christmas Eve. Clean the bathroom.
Happy Holidays!




