So we had a little dinner party on Sunday night for my birthday. Nothing fancy, just a few friends, some beer, wine, food and good conversation. It was very low-key. So I'm not exactly sure when things got to this point:
So anyway, if you happened to notice a slight glow toward the northern horizon, that was coming from my back yard. Whenever I invite Fireboy to the house, it's almost a given that sometime during the night I'll be hooking the hose up to put something out. You turn your back on him for a split second, and next thing you know, something's going up in flames. Most of the time it's outside at least, so...there's that.
The one thing this photo doesn't show, since I blurred his image to avoid unnecessarily alerting the authorities to his whereabouts, is the look of fervent joy on his face as he watched the tree burn. It was a look that clearly said, "This is what I was born to do."
I knew I should have dragged that old christmas tree out of sight when I had the chance, because it, as so many things at my house apparently do, "needed burnin'."