I love candles. Especially Vanilla scented candles. I burn candles all the time. They are wonderful. I am hooked, OK?
So my parents, apparently (LOL, apPARENTly) got a new sofa today. Theirs is in great shape, and WAY better than ours, so when it was offered, I accepted graciously. Dad brought it over, and Brett helped him bring it in.
When they got it in, they had to turn in on it's front, to put the legs back on. As it got near the TV (covered in burning vanilla votives) Dad said, "Whoa, don't catch it on fire!" I told Brett to blow them out. He did, and Dad said,
"What's with all the candles? Did somebody die?"
Sheesh. Can't you just give me cool free stuff, without busting my chops?
I love my Daddy.