The better-half finally got to use the blow torch today. He had to cut the kitchen faucet pipes off so that we could install a new and improved kitchen faucet. I stood by with the fire extinguisher. I read the 3-step instructions a dozen times because who wants to freeze up on pulling the pin, standing back 6 feet and then discharging a few ounces of foam or whatever it is that comes out of our little extinguisher. I’d hate to have to explain to the insurance company that yes I was standing right there with the fire extinguisher in my hand but I just couldn’t figure out how to put out the fire. Oops, sorry. Here’s my big whopping claim. Get cracking on cutting me a check.
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