All Things Anne

We have conclusive proof as to how many people it takes to light a candle: Three. One to hold the candle, one to hold the match, and one to hold the cell phone.

Wait…cell phone?

Last night we were sitting there, Mom and I at our computers and Dad and Eric downstairs making ammo (everyone else was in bed; it was like 10:30). Suddenly, and I mean without warning, everything totally shut down. Pitched blackness! Mom and I were like “uhhh…” I dug in my pocket for my phone and flipped it open. Light!

We looked around for Mom’s cell phone with the little light my phone provided, then we got the bright idea to call it. Like, no duh! So I called Mom’s phone so she had light. We don’t have flashlights (except for hunting); the batteries all ran down! So we went to light a candle. It was broken so I had had to cut the broken part off, and Eric was having trouble lighting the stump, so I held it tilted so while he was lighting it the match wouldn’t burn his fingers. Beth had come out of our room when the lights went out, and was holding my cell phone so we could see what we were doing.

Of course, since it was late-ish, once the candle was lit and the lamp was lit, everyone decided to go to bed so we blew them out anyways.

And there you have it.