Fire!

Learned an interesting bit of trivia yesterday.

My son, the marine (MSM), slightly rearranged another marines face with his fist a couple of weeks ago. The way the story goes, MSM was protecting a buddy from a threatening situation. So, in the process, MSM injured his right hand pretty badly. It was so bad in fact, that he had to have surgery on the hand last week.

Being the resourceful one that he is though, he decided to take convalescent leave, and go visit his mom, Lovey. I've not gotten a full scale report on how that went...I really can't wait to hear because Lovey is terribly fearful of MSM. Whenever they've been together, they tend to fight like cats and dogs.

This is putting it mildly.

So, for him to spend a week with her in the middle of no where is an achievement.

As of this writing they are both still alive. At least, to my knowledge, neither one tried to kill the other.

Or did they?

MSM like to smoke -- a lot. So, he smoked outside his mother's home...and he threw the cigarette butts on her flower beds just outside the front door -- the ones with mulch. The ones with flammable mulch.

So, after he left to return home...and she was leaving to stay at her mother's this weekend, she saw two different plumes of smoke...and two growing flames, just ouside her front door. Thankfully she was able to turn on the hose and put out the fires.

And, I learned, she has not bothered to get contents insurance on her house.

Typical Lovey...