Last night while working (okay chatting instead of working) Darren tells me that he hears the baby crying. I told him it was the neighbors dog but he was JUST CERTAIN that it was the baby crying.
So, since he was in the middle of watching some boring show on the HISTORY CHANNEL. So I went upstairs and I stopped in the foyer to look out the window and check on our pumpkins and I noticed that there were flames shooting out of Fa yeth's pumpkin. I called to my fearless husband and he came running up went to blow out the fire. (Yes my husband the pharmacist, lots and lots of science classes decides to blow on the fire). Next thing I know the flames are shooting higher out of the pumpkin. Da rren tells me to go and get water. I threw him the water bottle and he starts to spray the fire. He must have hit the wax but the next thing I know the flames are shooting out higher than his head. (He is 6'3) then poof fire out.
After I realized that he was okay I was laughing hysterically. Of course tinkled my pants in my weakened bladder state.
Thank goodness that we move our cornstalks or we would have had a huge mess. And thank goodness that our house is also brick. :)
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Flaming pumpkins? Tooo funny! You know how to celebrate Halloween!
Oh my gosh!!! Thank heavens you got it out.
OMG...ROFLMAO
The last two posts make me ask, "What exactly does Darren contribute to the family? Has he outlived his usefulness?" Hee hee hee
HEHEHE! He is my greatest source of amusement to tell you the truth. LOL Ans like I tell him, his life insurance is great, but he is still worth more alive. LOL
To be honest he is acutally (minus his few laps in good judgement) has been very good lately. He is now the carpool on his weekends off for dance rehersal. He comes home stating every weekend. HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO IT WITH MORE THAN 2. LOL He is learning...SLOWLY but learning.
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