Charleston: Saturday Morning As we were getting ready to leave the hotel for a day of fun and adventure, I walked past the bathroom as my wife was blow drying her hair, and happened to notice a large grey t-shirt-like mass in the toilet. Obviously, this would cause someone to stop and ask, what is that?

"Oh, that's my t-shirt" is the reply that I get as the blow dryer continues to smell of burnt hair. OK, so why is your t-shirt in the toilet? "Because you told me to pick it up off of the floor." So, I requested that you pick your shirt up off the floor, and you decide to throw it into the toilet? I wasn't quite sure where this conversation was going, and was a bit concerned that it might negatively affect the remainder of our day.

Many of you that know Kristi, knows that she doesn't travel without at least one scented candle.
This trip was no different.
This candle happened to be on the bathroom counter.
Which is where she moved her t-shirt when she picked it up off the floor.

Does anybody see where this is going?

Needless to say over the noise and smells associated with blow drying one's hair, the inevitable flame-fest that occurs when you place a cotton t-shirt on top of a burning candle went unnoticed. But when it was noticed: as if she were channeling a NY firefighter, she simply pushed the flaming former advertisement for her college into the cool, crisp water that occupies the toilet.
I just glad she didn't flush it, that would have been a real mess!

And since the blaze had been contained and her hair was now dry, it was time to catch a cab downtown to enjoy the historic district of Charleston.  ¶ 8:00 AM