Wednesday, March 9, 2011

While I'm Eating Swedish Fish

I somehow always end up doing blog posts at 2 or 3 in the morning. This time I'm doing it while eating Swedish Fish. There really is no other candy that tastes like them anywhere, is there? Go Sweden! Here's an adorable picture of husbandman as a small child. He was big into karate in this portion of our lives. I think he even had a brown belt (ooh! aah!) This sweet move was displayed for all at my seventh birthday party. Loooove that haircut! He's going to kill me when he sees this.



This week's Weird Wedding Wednesday highlights one particular portion of my job in which I am proud to say I have become quite skilled-- damage control, aka incident management. My mad skills cover all those things that happen at weddings that I don't want the bride to find out about.  If ever there is a crisis, I'm your girl. I can keep my head and even keep others around me from freaking out.

The day of this incident was a Thursday. It was the first in a string of incidents that would plague us for the rest of the weekend. Just as the wedding was starting to wind down, I caught a whiff of smoke from the direction of the dining room. I left my post to investigate, sniffing around, acting very much like a determined blood hound. The smell eventually led me outside to the gardens. The smoke was pretty thick in the air. I looked around and I couldn't see anything unusual, but something was definitely burning. I picked up a forgotten glass of water with the intention of returning it to the kitchen. The kitchen manager for the evening came outside. He smelled it too.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an orange flicker. The gazebo was on fire! Literally in flames! I ran over and attempted to quell the flames by throwing the half-drunk glass of water I held on the fire. Yeah. I'm good in a crisis.

He was smarter. He brought the hose.

I am now adding fire-fighter to my resume.
Britt

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