"Fucking hell, Kenz! If I woulda known you were gonna set the tree on fire, I woulda bought you an electric menorah!" Alex yelled over the wailing of the smoke detectors. "Whatchya gonna do on New Year's? Set off bottle rockets in the apartment?!"
My muse just set fire to the Christmas tree. What does your muse do?
"Don't tempt me, jackass!" she replied, laughing as she squeezed the the fire extinguisher's handle to kill the last of the flame. Note to self: Move the manorah to another table. At least nothing was too badly scorched.
"Maybe if I'd known you got a real tree instead of something flame-retarded, I'd've put the manorah on another table!"







