Caulk

Out back sitting by the fire. We burn scrap wood in a huge old planter, it's three pieces held together by some sort of a cord with a metal cinch. I'm not really listening to the others. "Man, you know what? We could fix those cracks. We could caulk it!" "Caulk isn't fireproof, dumbass" "Maybe yours isn't!" We all laugh. I turn to the other female. "You know, it's so hard to choose caulk these days. I mean, it comes in so many colors! White, black, brown, red, yellow, green, even purple if you know where to look." We laugh again. The next day one calls me from work. "Hey baby, I've got my caulk in my hands!" "Well, be careful not to get any on your hands"