|hot hot hot|
I woke up Saturday and there was this odd smell in the house. To tell you the truth, it friggin' stank! It was like a bunch of Frost Giants had camped in our house frying hotdogs made of iron ore rock on melted lava.
The Chimney sweeper had been here Wednesday and cleaned out our chimney. I thought all was well. I figured the stench came from us removing the ash from the chimney hatch was the cause.
I had bought the Hobbit DVD. Simen and I had been waiting for this movie and he was just as excited as I was to watch it. Simen jumped out of bed, but claimed the right to wear PJs all day as he was too worn out to dress. I didn't bother to argue. Hubby saw this as a cue to get back to bed and I told him that was a good idea, because I didn't want him to ruin the movie by his negative comments about hobbits, trolls and wargs not existing.
When we were about half way into the movie the stench had gotten a lot worse and when I checked the chimney it was too hot to touch. I told the sleeping hubby I was calling the fire station to ask them for advice. He mumbled something, I took it as a solid Y.E.S. The fireman asked a bunch of questions and I told him that no, there were no flames coming out of the chimney, just a really bad stink and the chimney being hot as hell. He said he'd send up to check. I warned the hubby and he reluctantly got up and got semi dressed, as in he put on jeans, but couldn't be bothered to button them up. Simen hid in his room as he was still refusing to wear anything but PJs.
|Georg offering a slobbering hug|
|Looking like shite and stinking as if we're smoking dirty socks|
The firemen were great. They saved the chimney, the house and the day!
Sunday, Simen spent puking his guts out - either from a stomach bug, or exhaustion or a combo of both. I was in a coma on the couch as the fever refused to let go and hubby had to go to his parents for dinner.
|Seriously, I'm willing to swap bodies with anybody. So sick of being sick|
PS! I couldn't find any pictures on Google to go with my post, so I had to make them myself. I only have Paint and an ordinary mouse pad.
PPS! Ugly art is also art. Just sayin'...