tonight we inaugurated our "gas bombay". My image of eating from a gas burner on a table in the living room involved a simpsonsesque scenario (combined with a little of my favoriteThis American Life story “squirrel cop”) where some wayward ants would catch on fire and seek shelter in our cat’s tails which would then ignite causing the cats to hide behind the sofa which would then burst into flames at which point jon would attempt to put out the fire, only to accidentally fling some embers into my hair causing me to run screaming around the room, encircling us in fire. Isaac would stand in the midst of the fire ring and calmly say “circle of life” when suddenly toby and erin would come to our rescue. Instead, we had a pleasant and delicious meal of sukiyaki with Isaac and Erin. Turns out gas burners in the living room are not necessarily out to kill us all.
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