Burnin' Down the House

I almost died today.

I went to take a shower this morning and I turn on the heater in my freezing bathroom. I do a few other things and then put the towel that was in my towel's place on the towel rack instead of on the door where I like mine. I get in the shower and do my thang. I start to smell burning toast and I'm like "GOD, that person should really stop burning toast. Then I see some smoke in the bathroom and I'm like "OH SHIT where could that be coming from?" so I get out and see that massive amounts of smoke are rising from the towel that I placed on the rack by the heater. I rush to take it off the heater and see half of the towel burnt to a crisp. Not on fire, THANK GOD, but burnt. Apparently the towel rack is not a good place to put your towel when the heater's on. I just want to know what kind of idiot decided to put a towel rack so close to the heater where you can't resist burning your towels. So I took the towel and hid it in my room. That will take some explaining. Maybe I can dump it out somewhere and never tell them. I hope the house doesn't smell like smoke when they get home.


On a better note, I've decided that I have the most adorable boyfriend in the world. Like I said before, he just got his braces off yesterday. He could not stop smiling and checking himself out in the mirror. He's so cute I can't stand it. There is no way to even attempt to resist him now. He looks amazing and his teeth are perfect. My dental hygienist mom would be so proud. Everything is perfect now. I couldn't be more in love and I hate that I have to leave him in roughly five days, but it's the only way. I fucking love that boy.

PS- I should add that my phone was on vibrate yesterday and I didn't hear any of those calls until I realized I had 100 messages this morning (I may be exaggerating a tiny bit) sooo I'm sorry everyone, mainly Alex.