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Oh sh--! The house next door is on fire!
Jul. 11th, 2010 03:41 pmI've been neglecting my blog. ("Shh, it's okay, Mommy loves you. She's just a little stress right now with writing.") Plus, in case anyone was wondering, I live a pretty dull life--a life not worth blogging about. If I were to blog on a regular basis, my blogs would look like this: I'm watching Top Chef/Work of Art/The Real Housewives of New Jersey/whatever reality show marathon is playing on Bravo at the moment; or: ARRRGGG! STUPID WIP IS BEING STUPID! AGGRAVATING QUERY IS BEING AGGRAVATING! I HATE MY LIFE!!!!
But! I do have something interesting--okay, out of the ordinary--to blog on.
In case you bypassed the title, we had a little action in the neighborhood last Friday. Right next door, no less. Like, a couple feet away! So, if there was a wind--and the fire was more powerful--I'd be blogging from the homeless shelter, or something. Yes, like moths to a firelight--in this case, the spinning lights of five firetrucks--the surrounding neighbors and and my family watched the most exciting thing to happen in years. Granted, it wasn't a four-alarm fire--though they did send the entire fire department over--and the house has no occupants so nobody got hurt, but it was a fun way to break-up a Friday night. Not to mention a fun way for me to realize I like a man in uniform.
Anyway, someone threw a firecracker in the enclosed porch in front of the house. Thankfully the damage was minimal: the overhang is scorched and some of the brick is singed like a BBQ that got out of control. Given how poorly executed the torch-job was, I'd guess kids. (Dex, is that you? Did you escape my ultraviolent teenager WIP?) Someone's been lighting firecrackers for the past couple of months, so I'm surprised they held off this long before throwing one at a house. I don't want to fuel stereotypes, but they sound like they're coming from the apartment complex across the street. I'm also a little embarrassed for them. My brother caused more damage in our house when he lit a Lego on fire and set it down on the carpet. Come on--it's not that hard to burn stuff down!
BUT SERIOUSLY, IF YOU TRY AND PULL THAT SHIT AT OUR HOUSE YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO MISS BELLA. SHE IS NOT GOING BACK TO EATING OUT OF TRASH CANS AND SLEEPING UNDER A DISCARDED BOX IN THE ALLEY.
But! I do have something interesting--okay, out of the ordinary--to blog on.
In case you bypassed the title, we had a little action in the neighborhood last Friday. Right next door, no less. Like, a couple feet away! So, if there was a wind--and the fire was more powerful--I'd be blogging from the homeless shelter, or something. Yes, like moths to a firelight--in this case, the spinning lights of five firetrucks--the surrounding neighbors and and my family watched the most exciting thing to happen in years. Granted, it wasn't a four-alarm fire--though they did send the entire fire department over--and the house has no occupants so nobody got hurt, but it was a fun way to break-up a Friday night. Not to mention a fun way for me to realize I like a man in uniform.
Anyway, someone threw a firecracker in the enclosed porch in front of the house. Thankfully the damage was minimal: the overhang is scorched and some of the brick is singed like a BBQ that got out of control. Given how poorly executed the torch-job was, I'd guess kids. (Dex, is that you? Did you escape my ultraviolent teenager WIP?) Someone's been lighting firecrackers for the past couple of months, so I'm surprised they held off this long before throwing one at a house. I don't want to fuel stereotypes, but they sound like they're coming from the apartment complex across the street. I'm also a little embarrassed for them. My brother caused more damage in our house when he lit a Lego on fire and set it down on the carpet. Come on--it's not that hard to burn stuff down!
BUT SERIOUSLY, IF YOU TRY AND PULL THAT SHIT AT OUR HOUSE YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO MISS BELLA. SHE IS NOT GOING BACK TO EATING OUT OF TRASH CANS AND SLEEPING UNDER A DISCARDED BOX IN THE ALLEY.
