Ah! You must forgive me. I got so caught up in Wal-Mart that I totally forgot to post this picture. I think it is one of the cooler things Roswell has to offer in the way of Alien propaganda. I don’t think anything I see in Roswell surprises me anymore. I bet you a real, honest to God Alien could go walking down the street and I wouldn’t even blink an eye. Maybe that is what they want . . . Creepy. I am almost taken aback that they haven’t built an Alien or UFO high school, but if you give them long enough, I wouldn’t put it past them.

Have you ever noticed that things, whether they are good or bad happen in threes. People die in threes. Especially famous people. Wishes, if granted by a sane genie, are of the three variety. Movies more and more these days seem to be made into trilogies. That the third time is a charm – whether it is getting a lighter lit, fixing something that is broken, or getting the car started in a very bad situation.

Three seemed to be the right number for these little candles that I found on my brother’s new coffee table. Very Martha Stewart-y.

I think they represent – See no Flame, Hear no Flame, and Speak no Flame.

What do you think?

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