Well, last night - or I should say early this morning - we were woken up by way of our house alarm and smoke detectors going off. We had a bazaar fire in the living room and the whole house was filled with smoke! The bedrooms were the last to get blasted with it since our doors were all closed. (Everyone's fine btw!) By the time we were up, the fire was out. How, you ask? According to what we can figure, there was some sort of shortage in the power strip for our 120 gallon fish tank. It caught the cabinet on fire, followed by the leather loveseat nearby. The heat from the flames then caused the glass to burst , spilling all the water - and fish - out, which put out the fire! Our living room, entry way, and part of the dining room is one huge mess. Dead fish were everywhere as well as soot and gravel and everything else in the tank. You can't make this stuff up! Our house smells terrible....burnt leather, plastic, and other crud...
Want to know the REALLY weird part to all of this? I'm concerned that this crisis will get into H's head and make him all negative again when things were going well, all things considered. I know: crazy thing to worry about at such a time. However, if he was feeling pressure of responsibility and financial burden before, I can only imagine how he will feel now!
