Well, apparently I missed this. Yes, folks, that is a blow torch. Once again, I have stated that I am married to a farmer. So it doesn't surprise me to find that we OWN a blow torch. It DOES, however, surprise me to find that we were using it last night to light some of our fireworks. I took this picture this morning. That's when the discovery was made.
We had guests last night. Guests who hadn't previously been around a lot of fireworks. I am sure this impressed the you-know-what out of them.
Me: Is that a blow torch on the back porch?
Mike: Yes.
Me: Why is it back there?
Mike: Because we were using it last night to light those sparklers.
This is where I quit talking and start the inner conversation. "Sparklers? Are you kidding me? Since when do sparklers have to be lit with a blow torch? And where was I when all this was going on?"
Thankfully, no one was injured, burned, or otherwise maimed. That I am aware of. Of course, people don't always tell me these things. I just learned this July 4th of a scar that sweet Lesley received LAST July 4th on her foot during some skateboarding accident. Learning about it a YEAR after it occurred! Another fine example of how Mom isn't always kept abreast of all details at all times.
Maybe it is for the best. Maybe.
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