I know you folks always blame me for everything when it goes all wrong. It's not always my fault you know.
There were six of us sharing a large apartment. We were young. We had parties every weekend. We had joy, we had fun.We had seasons in the sun. But the hills that we climbed; were just seasons out of time. Whatever that means.
Anyway, one weekend we played HOT or COLD. I don't know if you're familiar with the game. One person hides something, and the others try to find it. If they get near the item you say warm, luke warm, hot and so on until they find it. If they're away from the item you say cold, colder and so on.
We'd been drinking. We were happy and perhaps light-headed. It was my turn to hide an item. One of the girls thought it would be a great laugh to hide her underpants - brand new ones still in their packet!
Whilst they all had their eyes closed, I sneaked into the kitchen and put the pants in the oven.
They were useless at finding them. They were miles away. Might as well be in the next country or continent. I kept saying, "Cold ... Colder ... Even more colder ... Coldest ... Freezing ... Polar Regions Freezing Temperature!" But they could not find the girl's undergarment.
Then there was a funny smell from the kitchen. And black smoke. The smoke alarm went on shrieking.
How was I to know that someone had put something in the oven to bake?
I know you're blaming me right now!
I doubt the owner of the pants ever forgave me. They were sheer delicate see-through. She had bought them for her boy friend ... Not for her boy friend to wear ... For her to wear and ...
Oh go on ... blame me as usual.
...OK I will blame you!
ReplyDeleteI thought you might.
DeleteGod bless, Tom.
Dearest Victor,
ReplyDeleteOh my, lack of communication... you should have placed those undies into the oven to be seen by anyone wanting to 'bake' something!
If people play games.
Wondering how God is looking at all of us, trying to find our way in life. He might be saying lukewarm, cold, colder, freezing...
Hugs,
Mariette
I think they young lady wanted her boy-friend to find them. I did not know someone else would put some pizzas to bake.
DeleteWhat a wonderful thought about God watching our progress in life and saying HOT or COLD. Thank you for that reflection, Mariette. I love it.
God bless.
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DeleteSeasons in the sun, yes. Another nice ear-worm!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a girl, my mother used to play the "Hot Cold" game with me on long road trips. Thanks for resurrecting a nice memory!
Seasons in the sun - Terry Jacks, 1974. Reminded me of my days as a radio DJ. Sometimes some song lyrics come to mind as I'm writing my daily posts.
DeleteGlad it brought back memories - both the song and the game with your Mom.
God bless always, Mevely.
Years ago I organized a family treasure hunt, with clues leading from place to place. The prize was a CD placed in the oven. But by the time we got there the prize was a melted mess because the oven had been turned on to preheat.
ReplyDeleteThere you are, Kathy. I am not the only one to be blamed for such a mishap. Thank you for coming to my rescue.
DeleteGod bless.
My kids loved playing that game, Victor. Thank goodness, though, we never started a fire!
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
It wasn't my fault really, Martha. It was whoever put the pizza in the oven.
DeleteGreat game though. God bless.
I suppose that is where hot pants got their name, and yes I think it probably was your fault. The moral of this story is to be cautious when you put flammables in the oven. Funny and entertaining, thank you, Victor, for your upbeat posts. Be blessed today.
ReplyDeleteGood one - hot pants. Yes, I remember them. Isn't it the responsibility of whoever puts cooking in the oven to check that there are no pants there? I'm sure I read that somewhere.
DeleteKeep smiling, Nells. God bless.
Of course it's your fault, you did it.
ReplyDeleteAs I said to Nells, Bill, it is the responsibility of whoever puts cooking in the oven to check that there are no pants there. Why blame me? How about the girl who gave me the pants to hide? Surely she is responsible too? And everyone in the apartment for taking so long to find the pants?
DeleteGod bless you, my friend.
I never say it is YOUR FAULT, I just say "I BLAME IT ON YOU!". I learned that working for the government, Find something or someone to blame and all is well. SOOOO just remember you are helping others by getting the blame...
ReplyDeleteSherry and jack near the middle (of something)
I blame it on the oven. If there was no oven in the kitchen all this would not have happened.
DeleteGod bless you always, Jack and Sherry.
Oh no!! Yes, I have played that game. :)
ReplyDeleteDid you burn someone's pants?
DeleteGod bless, Happyone.
Only two people should be upset with you, the owner of the undergarment, and especially the boy friend!
ReplyDeleteYes, I think the boy-friend was not amused. She had a sense of humour ... but not he.
DeleteGod bless, JoeH.
Ha ha, hot pants!
ReplyDeleteDid you not notice the oven was turned on?
Oops, I should read the other comments first, yes? I should have realised the oven was cold when you put the pants in.
ReplyDeleteThe oven was turned ON after I put the pants in. Someone put some pizzas in.
DeleteGod bless, River.
Blame the person who turned on the oven without checking first to make sure it was empty!
ReplyDeleteAt last, someone agrees with me. Also, blame the manufacturer of the pants for making them flammable.
DeleteGod bless, Mimi.