Vanilla Snowflakes/Please read

Don't you wish that snowflakes were vanilla, yum yum.

While candles make us all warm and cozy, there can be danger.  A few years ago I had been burning a candle that was given to me that had been hand made.  The wax had all melted.  When I blew out the candle the flame went into the wax and exploded.  If you are shaking your head saying that can't happen, it really did.  Wax was everywhere, including my face.  It was all over my clothes and all over the table that the candle was sitting on. Hot wax even went into my eyes.  I was babysitting, of course.  I tried not to panic.  I called my son who had just left my house from picking up his little girls.  He came back to help me.  I was in alot of pain but we didn't know what to do.  I called the baby girl's mom and told here to come pick her up.  Meanwhile while talking to the hubby by phone, we decided to go to my eye doctor.  We called and she said she would wait on us to get there.  She put a contact in the eye that was injured the most.  It acted like a band aide.  I have never even tried contacts.....let me tell you that it really helped.  She had me use burn ointment all around my eyes and face.  The next day we returned early in the morning (son driving, of course).  She called a surgeon who saw me right away.  He took that contact out (ouch ) cleaned the eye and put drops in and the contact back in.  My eye doctor told me that day, if I could live through the pain for a week my eye would heal.  It did.  Yes, I have scars around my face but my eyes healed.  I looked like I had been in a fight for a couple of weeks.  So my dears, please do not blow out candles.  Snuff them out.  Don't let the melted wax build up.  Be careful near the flame.  I once lit a birthday candle and Doodle's one strand of hair caught fire.  I had it out in a second but that was scary.  Hold your children's hair when they blow out candles.  I have already seen pictures the past few days when the flame was way too close to something.  I knew that I needed to post this once again.  You don't want ...........................................................................

FTo call the firetruck do you.  This one would take awhile to get to you.  It is about 58 years old.  Our youngest son beat this one up a little but it is still special......................Because this firetruck belonged to Mr. Cozy.  He was a little sad that it was played with a bit rough.  You got to know our youngest.  He was a bull in a china cabinet, as they say.  The next picture is proof that it was his.  He got it for Christmas when he was five or six.  He was a big boy, wasn't he.  I would have guessed he was older but he was five years older than his baby sis that is sitting next to him.

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