* Disclaimer *

No children were harmed in the making of this story. Poison control said the biggest thing you will have to worry about is burns or skin irritation. So, the kids are fine. The adults in this story, however, have several more grey hairs, and are wondering when we are going to develop those eyes in the backs of our heads that our mothers had.

And it wasn't Comet, it was "Bon Ami". Bon Ami, my foot! (<-- insert sarcasm here) Au Contraire, mon cherie - a "good friend" would keep children OUT of mischief, not entice them into it. *sigh*

Maybe my kitchen is just a hot spot. Yesterday, when I was cooking dinner, I wondered why it was so hot. I was sweating like a pig, and was beginning to understand how the turkey felt. I opened the door (even though it was literally freezing outside), and it was still hot. Finally, someone discovered that the thermostat had been bumped and was set at 80F. Hello! No wonder I was hot! That's a major heat wave in Wisconsin. I mean, 60F is practically tropical, here. But the meal turned out, and most of the family was together; so it was all good, even if our house had become a huge oven-like inferno of suffocating heat.

Speaking of heat, I'm gonna be in a hot spot tomrrow; I've a test to study for (I've just remembered), that I haven't studied for (enough), and so I should really get on that.