So the walking dead finishes, I go upstairs to the bathroom, go back downstairs to turn the tv off and I smell like, burning toast. I unlocked the door that leads to our porch where we have a washing machine and dryer and the dryer is on fire..yup. Smoke everywhere, I turned it off, thank me later family. And I get help from my mum with the actual fire (skills from my dad the fire fighter army man #hella)
I feel like it was a lame joke pulled by Satan since my mum was joking about him earlier, saying he was never mentioned in the bible (not like anyone in my family had read it bffftt) so he got all bitchy and decided to try and set fire to our house, not this time Lucifer. Fight me irl, loser.
CAN I SLEEP NOW? NO MORE SURPRISE FIRES? GOOD. YES, THANK YOU.