I was over at Izzy's house and we were making grilled cheese on English muffins for lunch. I assume they would have put the sandwiches on the stove or in the microwave like most people, but they aren't most people.
Then Izzy took out a blowtorch and was like, "Marci, this is how we make grilled cheese."
And then her brother, Oliver, lit the blowtorch with a lighter, and a long stream of fire came out.
The cheese melted perfectly.
Izzy put some sausages on top to make mini-pizzas and gave them to us. They tasted a bit like gunpowder, but it was tiny blowtorch pizzas, which are totally better than normal pizza. (Beat that, Dominoes.)
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Speaking of fire, I had a dream that there was a flaming desk in the driveway and it was my fault. Then I realized that I'm doing arson even in my sleep.
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P.S. Not that I do arson when I'm awake, because that happened a couple of times and it ruined a perfectly good dock. And a hotel. So only do arson in your dreams because although it's like ASMR you're totally going to have problems if you do it awake.
P.P.S. Crap, I can't believe I just said that arson is like ASMR. Why did I say that?
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UPDATE: It's my mom's birthday today!
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