A Funny Thought About My Ex

Sometimes there are just those things that come to mind in the middle of the night, that make you break out laughing all over again, just because they are soo soo funny!
I remember one day back at the old house on Granada in Scarborough, the kids were still quite young, and my husband Pat decides that he is going to help me make some veal sandwiches for dinner.  I bread the veal and get them all ready to be fried.  Pat was then suppose to stand and turn them over as needed in the hot oil.  Since I always seemed to get spit on by the oil, he thought it best that he should do the frying and I happily agreed.  My wonderful husband was now going to show me how it was suppose to be done!

When the oil was hot, he began one at a time, to add the veal pieces to the frying pan. However, once they were all in the pan he realizes that he has no fork to turn them, so he casually puts down the T-towel on top of the stove (the corner touching the hot burner that's underneath the now very hot oil) and turns to the drawer behind him to get the necessary utensils that he needs.  The T-towel then slowly sparks on fire.  I stand there watching in awe as the flames begin to arise; Pat still fiddling in the drawer.  I point to the T-towel and yell, "it's on fire!"  Pat, in a near panic moves quickly though and grabs the T-towel off the stove.  Now,..... seeing as the stove is directly across from the sink, one would naturally think that he would pick up the T-towel, throw it in the sink and douse it with water, but not my husband.  That one lone brain cell that was still functioning in the midst of all the hysteria, tells him to run through the living room to the sliding glass doors; the ones that are, of course, locked with the vertical blinds pulled shut!.  Once he's at the back door he realizes that he's not getting out that way, so with the blazing T-towel in hand he then begins to wave it in the air; flames shooting out everywhere!  When that doesn't work he begins to beat the T-towel against the floor (on my brand new dusty rose wall to wall carpet) in order to beat out the flames, of course.  By this time, everyone is in total panic at what is happening, the flames bursting forth, leaping from the burning rag.  As he continues to beat the T-towel against my perfectly kept living room rug, it too is set on fire; pieces of the T-towel now coming off and flying around the living room as he continues to fan the flames. His face is beet red and he's totally frantic as he runs in circles around the room (the only thing missing in this picture is his tomahawk and feathers).

As this is all going on I'm still standing in wonder and amazement at the sight before me; not totally understanding what on earth he is trying to do.  I yell to him to run to the kitchen sink, which by this time he's so beside himself that he actually listens to me!

By the time the fire is out and the T-towel is in the sink, my rug has several small burn marks in it, and of course my T-towel is completely destroyed. I'm so glad he decided to show me exactly how it should be done!


I can't help but laugh hysterically every time I think of this.  I had never seen a display like it anywhere; a complete comedy act.  What could have ended in total disaster ended up being one of the funniest things I've ever seen; a wonderful memory actually.  It was even funnier than the time he boiled the pot of water in order to make popcorn! But that is quite another story and that's all I'm going to say about that......for now.