I am a sucker for science. Don't mistake that for having any skill with it, I don't. My friend, Dennis always tells me, "You stick with words, I will handle the science." And I admit he is absolutely correct.
When I was a kid, my grandmother had a house built in the mountains of New Mexico. That's when my step-sister, Donna and I, decided to make "potions."
And by that, I mean, we mixed up a toxic brew of chemicals and medications to bottle in the bathroom.
Then we would take them outside and bury them to "cure."
Have I ever mentioned that I am absolutely stunned that I am still alive?
Anyway, we would sneak down the stairs with our potions and go about the business of poisoning Mother Gaia with them.
And then we got caught.
As we were sneaking down the stairs that day, my grandmother came out of nowhere and shouted at us.
Being a first-class 'fraidy cat, I jumped, my potion flew straight up in the air and crashed to the custom pink flagstone in the foyer.
It shattered...and bluing being a main ingredient in this particular experiment, forever stained the flagstone.
the custom, pink flagstone. Hand-picked by Grandma Juanita.
I ran like my butt was on fire, and hid in the woods until it got dark. Donna, my stepsister, was not as fleet of foot, and got caught at the door.
My dad's mom disliked me from that point on...
And I went screaming away from science as a potential career choice.
I'll put money on it that that stain is still there.