Another Day Another Fire

So I was excited, see, because I got such great flowers - plus FOUR gorgeous pots - for my birthday. The pots came  from our niece Joanie Marotta, 23 next month, and they were so pretty I decided to bank them all together on the kitchen counter  by 'all' meaning One, the begonia and calla-lily plants, from my two girls who we mistreated in childhood by sitting on the low ends of  their see-saws so they could never get down see above ha ha; Two, the lovely purple blooms from Dodson who is like son to us and his bride Veronica; and Three some basil which I bought so the cats could have some normal greens to nibble on after they got totally drunk eating a catnip plant

... and snapped the picture - AND was just congratulating myself on having such a fine eye and being such an altogether awesome person when I noted that my coffee was no longer hot. Well, the carafe is metal I reasoned and so put it on one burner for the quick fix; then forgot it and wandered to the other side of the kitchen to check on the cat’s food when whoosh! Another FIRE AT THE MAROTTA HOUSE which smelled really awful the way burned plastic does natch but LOOKED so great I almost took a picture before extinguishing it.

I did extinguish it first but here's the aftermath.

Funny, right? Stalactites coming down even!

Finally just for more beauty is Joanie, as pretty as the little crocuses with their pointy bishops’ hats just now trying to struggle up through the snow:

So Enjoy the Day and remember: everything is funny til you die (and then of course there'll be jokes at the funeral.