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Me: < Sniff, sniff> “Um, hun, did you burn something in the kitchen?”
Scott: “No. The house two doors down caught fire.”
That’s right. The house two doors down from us caught fire last night at about 5 PM. I hadn’t made it home yet, but it’s safe to assume all of our neighbors were out in front of the house, some meeting for the first time, talking about the flames as the fire department put it out.
No one was hurt, thank goodness, but the top floor is toast. I didn’t have the cojones to take pictures (hey, I like taking pictures, but this was waaaay up on the inappropriate timing scale), but if you’d like to picture it, think of my house painted green with white trim… on fire.
This certainly isn’t what I had in mind when I was daydreaming about the outdoor lights yesterday. But, if thoughts are that powerful, I’d better stop thinking about the rain before a pipe bursts.