I AM FINE, BUT MY PANTS ARE NOT ;____;

So, I almost burned the apartment down this morning. And no, this isn't an April Fools Day joke, although I REALLY WISH IT WAS.

I was digging through my clothes, having thrown most of my work pants on the ground from the drawers because I couldn't find the loose pants I had just hemmed. Well, that put most of the pants right in front of the heater, which I THOUGHT was turned off, because I vaguely remember turning it off last week. Well, it wasn't off, and it charged up, a flame flaring out, and needless to say the pile of work pants seriously caught on fire.

Thankfully, I was standing right there and was able to throw pants into the shower and dose them out, but embers charred the floor right in the entry way and I don't think resolve is going to get the charred bits out.

Anyway, I now own ONE pair of work pants. And my favorite pair of sweats was ruined ;___;. Now, if only the freaked out feeling would go away, I'd be good. Because it totally isn't from the wussy fire this morning, either.

( Pictures of damage to things that are not my pants ;___; )

Embrace the Thorns

Title: Embrace the Thorns
Fandom: NONE. I wrote IPOM fic. HAHA. Yeah, I suck.
Rating: Um. PG/PG-13 to be safe?
Chances anyone will know what I'm babbling about? Slim to none.
Challenge Fic: For 31_days, "The smell Of Spring"


( The stench of wet wool snatched Whist from his uneasy sleep )

Author's Note:( In which Kol rambles of poetry and IPOM and other things )