Why I am an idiot

While I hope this will be the last blog post with this title, my past history dictates that this will be one in a fairly long string of ridiculousness that I bring on myself. So, I'm not feeling the greatest and I decide I'm going to draw myself a bath, light some candles and run the bath. I can't find the stopper so I go off in search of it. Storage is limited here and there really are only so many places it could be. Since I can't find it, I go to the kitchen to find a tupperware lid or some suitable substitute to plug the drain. As SOON as I return to the bathroom (after about 10 minutes), my stupidity is staring me in the face. I can see the smoke coming from one of the candles that I so intelligently placed on the bottom of the plastic molded shelving in the tub which holds all my shampoos and assorted other grooming necessities. The shelving is hollow and at this point the candle has burned through the bottom layer of that top shelf (I hope my landlord doesn't find this post)! Calamity Jane -- my parents called me this throughout my childhood, more stories for another time -- strikes again! The good news is that it did no other damage, you can't see the hole unless you are sitting in the tub and looking up at the underside of the shelf and I did eventually take my bath. But, really?!?