“So, Bell, give me a topic, my beautiful muse.  I haven’t written a post in like 20 years.”

“Um, you could write about the flammable pots?’

___

Yeah.

It was pretty cool.

Last night, we had Bell’s brother from Italy over, along with her youngest brother, his ladyfriend, and their baby girl.  Good times were had, and Bell whipped out the best damn steaks I’d ever had.

We all spent quite a bit of time on the back porch, hanging out with our beers and catching up.  It was awesome.

After we were finished eating, I was putting some dishes up, and Bell and Italian bro were still at the table while the other bro was outside, and we heard

“Um.  Hey!”

And then Bell hollers in to tell me that theres a fire on the porch, and I need to hustle some water out…

Freeze.  Brain stop.  Shit. Water.  Need water.  Um. Need water container.  Shit. Container… glass.  Yes. Run.

So I got two glasses, filled em up with tap water, and ran outside.

I managed to get the small fire burning in our flowerpots a little wet, but not put it out.  Bell whips out out a “what the hell is wrong with you, dude” look, and casually suggests that perhaps more water is necessary.  I started to run back in to get more water, but then I was reminded by my lovely wife that we have a nice hose about 4 feet to the left, and that perhaps that would be a more efficient water delivery means.

Check.

So I put the hose to the fire and got it out in a sec.

Now, by fire, I’m meaning something about the same size as you’d see in a small charcoal grill.  Still, it was enough to turn our former flowerpots into, well, art.

Cat not included

See?

Its reasonably priced too.