"Do we have a lighter?"
"Ummm, there's one in the junk drawer, I think."
He rummages through the drawer. "Where? I can't find it."
I come over to look and am startled by his hands, which are sooty black and marking up my clean, white kitchen. "What the hell is that all over your hands?!"
"Gunpowder."
And he looked at me with the biggest "duh" expression ever. Because why wouldn't my husband be covered in gunpowder and looking for a source of fire?
Hope everyone had a wild, woolly, injury-free New Year's celebration!
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