And as I sat down for a long day of computer work, I thought -- you know what? I should light my new homemade "peace & happiness" candle that I bought at the lovely pagan festival on Saturday. That would be nice.
So I unwrapped the little spell, put it in a votive jar, and lit the wick.
About five minutes later the rest of the candle caught and burned like a house on fire. (Thank goodness I had put it in that votive jar, and was sitting right there, or it might have been MY house on fire.) It was mesmerizing and made me laugh hysterically.
Only *I* could explode a friggin' peace & happiness candle.
The irony alone was worth the five bucks.