Last Thursday, after a coffee date with a girlfriend and a get together after that with a few girlfriends following my full day at work, I arrived back to my home late to find a home smelling good, completely picked up and cleaned for me out of love by my main squeeze (he's good like that). I did my best to praise him for the nice thing he did for me and was looking forward to spend a little time with him before bed.
Turns out, my hubby apparently had a "Home Alone" moment while I was away... Check out the Facebook status I found below from that evening:
Almost burned the house down tonight. Tried to speak Heather's love language and clean the house. Now I'm cleaning candle everywhere. The thing just blew up on me. All up the wall and blew sparks of wax all over me and the house. It blazed 3 or 4 feet up the wall. Throwing water on it didn't help, only made it grow more. P.S. Don't tell Heather. :)
Ha ha. Sorry the mental image I get with this event cracks me up every time. I can see the blaze and the "thinking cap" coming on my hubby's face as he tried his best to correct the situation. ha ha. I'm SURE it was NOT funny at the moment... ahh, but good times now!
Thankfully though, my man wasn't harmed and the house looked great and was all in one piece when I got home! To say the least, he received quite a few comments on this status... I think the last time I checked there were over 20 replies to this one. ha ha.