A Mad Scientist?
I came home from running errands one evening to him running out of our fenced backyard to grab the hose with a look of panic on his face. He yelled for me to grab the fire extinguisher.
He’s pretty calm and collected so to see him riled up means sh*t’s going down.
So I grab the fire extinguisher out of the garage and run out into the backyard where there is a huge fire burning in a pile of leaves up against the fence.
We manage to rake it away from the fence and hose it down enough that it was under control. Finally got the chance to ask him why the f*ck the fence was on fire.
He tells me that he was making some rockets and wanted to test one so he put it in a vice and it took off.
God dammit, you know how to make f*cking rocket fuel out of raw ingredients but you can’t figure out a test jig and f*ck near burn down our house.
8 god d*mn years we’ve been married. It hasn’t gotten better.