Two terribly unlikely events in one night. First, while Dan is gone getting take out that we planned to enjoy in front of our toasty fire, the fireplace explodes. Molten glass shatters, melting the carpet and scorching the hardwood, and scaring me to death.
Luckily I had picked up Jack from his spot on the floor just minutes prior and was feeding him on the couch. I shut off the wall switch as fast as I could. Dan, whose talents do not include being handy, goes immediately into stress mode upon his return. As he is sweeping the shattered glass, the crappy little neighborhood kids ring our doorbell and run, for the second time tonight, which spurs unlikely event number two.
Now, the thing about Dan is that he almost never gets upset about things. Like, never. But those kids picked the wrong moment to mess with Dan Colton. He whipped open the front door, stormed down the front walk, broom and dustpan still in hand. And then, in a stroke of good luck, he spots their feet under the truck parked across the street.
I hope you won't think less of me when I admit that I really kind of enjoy seeing him get riled up, but probably only because it's so rare.
Well, he started yelling and chasing those kids with his broom, all the way to the end of the street. He was roaring and screaming and yelling things like, "I know where you live!" And "Never come back here you dirty kids!". One kid was so scared he biffed it right in the street and and Dan didn't even slow down. He may have scared them clean or he may have made us more of a target, I don't know.
All I do know is, the fireplace thing is a slightly stressful mystery but the vision of Dan with his broom is going to keep me smiling for a good long while.
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