I can't quite place it, but let me enlighten you on the drama that is about to unfold. Maybe it's her pregnancy hormones going out of whack, I really honestly do not know. So I shall show you what DID happen, and here are the pictures to prove it.
Let me begin the night before (or at least the early hours of the morning) when Gareth finished work.
He was tired, dog tired, that he couldn't be bothered to fuss about the sink, the oven etc.
Instead, he sat quietly reading a pregnancy book, to try to catch up on how to be a dad.
Which was really sweet when you think about it.
Rhonda in the meantime, was completely passed out with exhaustion. It also didn't help with her new found appetite too. Oh and those cravings. She longed for spaghetti, but didn't have the cooking skills to actually make some for herself. So she had to indulge herself in the leftovers. A choice of either hot dogs or cookies!!!
Gareth, after finishing his book (and still looking no wiser) decided to call it a night and joined Rhonda.
No sooner he approached the bed but he gave a sigh and looked lovingly at his wife. A BIG love heart in his thoughts.
Aww.
My very own 'sleeping beauty'
It's amazing what they dream about you know.
Whilst Gareth's dreaming of making baby formula..... Rhonda's dreaming of weight training?????
Also whilst Gareth is dreaming of diamonds, Rhonda is dreaming of, what is this.... not looking forward to her golden anniversary.
Um is that the 'stealing' of or the purchasing of I wonder????
Well, Rhonda woke up completely refreshed.... and starving hungry.....
.... with the oddest of wishes too.
To be caught up in a FIRE.
Yep, you read correctly....
... Rhonda is a secret pyromaniac.
As if Gareth has enough to worry about. Man, his hair is going to be WHITE before he turns into an adult.
Out of sheer morbid curiosity, I decided to allow her her wish, just to see how she'd react. And sent her to cook (remember, NO cooking skills whatsoever here) waffles.
I wasn't expecting anything to happen.... but it DID.
The oven caught fire, the alarm went doo-lally.
And Rhonda .... STOOD THERE!!!! Completely unfazed at the flames engulfing the oven behind her.
Oh goody. A FIRE!!!
I LIKE fire!!!
O-kay.
There was only one thing to do.
Put the fire out.
So she whipped out the extinguisher and got to work.
Gareth in the meantime, was awoken by the screaming fire alarm and darted out of the bedroom.
What.... what .... HOLY CRAPOLA!!!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE???
Oh don't worry honey, I got it under control. You just go ... panic in the corner.... okay?
No, it's NOT okay, you're standing too close there. OMG it's so HOT!!!! C'mon sweetie, you're far too close there.
Damn this stupid extinguisher, it's clogging up or something. AHHH!!! Got it!!!!
Plumes of dry ice cover the oven, the sink and everywhere else as Rhonda bravely tackles the flames.
Gareth... well... we all know Gareth... he's hopping around as if his own butt was on fire. Totally and completely helpless here.
You okay there honey?
Okay? Okay? No I'm not okay, can you PLEASE step away from that fire? Let the professionals do it, that's their job.
Uh huh, and deny me my greatest joy?
O-kay. Now THAT'S scary indeed.
In no time, the fire was out, and Gareth stood there, relief and a sappy grin on his face too.
Gawd, I love her.
You okay dear? You were just awesome there.
Aww thanks ...... I'm fine, just a little back pain, that's all.
Want me to try and make it better for you?
Oh, please, I'd appreciate it.... thanks.
Just then, Laura our firefighter appeared. She froze when she saw the two of them together, thought about fish (of all things), told the two of them to be careful next time.
And ran off.
**SIDE NOTE HERE**
You'll probably notice that the walls are down in the majority of these pictures. That's because I wouldn't have gotten the pics themselves otherwise. She was too close to the fire and the wall to keep the walls up properly.
Many apologies for that one.
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