According to a dear, soon to be deceased friend, Husband simply could not leave the island without a farewell gift. This came in the form of an innocent-seeming little how-to book entitled 'Absinthe and Flamethrowers: Projects and Ruminations on the Art of Living Dangerously' by William Gurstelle. It is all the proof I need to convince me beyond a doubt that Husband should not be allowed to talk to other people. Ever.
A quick glance over the chapter index will explain why I have buried it in the back yard in the hopes that Husband will forget that he owns it...
Chapter 8: Playing with Fire
Chapter 9: The Inner MacGyver
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Chapter 13: Flamethrowers
Seriously? I have no idea what our dear 'friend' was thinking but it was probably something like, "Let's see if he can figure out how to
blow up the dishwasher, the Ozone Layer and the Space-Time Continuum all in one afternoon."
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