My dad just bought a new BBQ to celebrate summer and the big family cook-off competition his family has every year was on. Only thing was, this year the moms were the ones doing the cooking. Mom jumped to the occasion as she rolled up her sleeves and turned on the propane to high, but never hit the button to start the fire. With the smell of gas in the air, my new boyfriend said I should see if she needed some help. Just as I got to her, she hit the button. Poof! Within seconds, I jumped back and turned to my boyfriend who said, “Babe, you’re missing a brow and a bit of your hair on one side.” Oh, I was never so embarrassed.