
Candles spillage seems to be a common happening around our house. Vic loves candles, and goes out of her way to purchase, burn or smell everyone in every store. I think she goes to garage sales to pick them up. I've banned the purchase of candles, and I almost went nuts when she got invited to candle party.
I've come home and found candles burning, and no one was home. I will not be surprised if one day I come home and our house has burned to the ground. I'll look at the fire chief, and say "candle".
Vic has burned candles under shelves and almost started fires when the shelf either melted (plastic) or started to look like charcoal. In our front hallway, a candle gave out and the wax ran down the table, on the wall, on the trim, and on the wood flooring. Oops, didn't expect that river of wax to go this far?
At Halloween, she burned a candle under our new cupboard door, and she spent days trying to hide the black spot the size of a quarter on the door. This will go under the "Don't tell Tom Chapter" or "Delay letting Tom know so the impact is less."
Waxing eloquently is not my trait, but Vic will probably end up in a wax museum in England or somewhere. Watch the wax, and if I'm homeless, you will know why.
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