Beyond Recognition

Can you identify these charred remains?

It was once my trash can, and the contents there of.

And whose fault is it?

Mine of course. Yes, I am owning up to the deed. And you know it was not on purpose. The story goes something like this...

Saturday evening, Mr. Husband was not feeling well. He was coughing, and congested really bad. While rubbing him down with vapor rub, I heated two towels in the microwave, to be placed on chest.

Something started smelling, and sure enough, it was my towels. They were slightly burned, as if I was removing something from the oven, and touched the element. They were smoking like burned microwave popcorn, but not as bad. I did just what I would do with a ruined bag of popcorn. I dumped it in a plastic Wal-Mart bag, and took it outside to the trash can.

About forty minutes later, I left with both middle daughters. When I returned about an hour later the trash can was a pile of... you saw the picture. I walked in the house and asked Mr. Husband and my son what happened.

A fire, my son said, "You and those towels burned up the trash can."

My children won't ever let me live that one down! They have teased me, and told ALL of their friends about it. This is one they'll never forget. Years from now, when they all have children, they'll sit around and laugh, "Remember that time Mama burned up the trash can?"


Who would have thunk, hot towels would do that to a trash can? I didn't!