Today I came home to something WAY scary.
As I came around the curve to my house, there were fire trucks and police cars and ambulances and news vans.
I saw this and my heart almost stopped. It skipped two beats at least. Too many things ran through my mind. I had just talked to D less than an hour ago, who knows what could have happened between then and now. Well, my imagination knew and none of it was good.
Luckily, there are, like, a billion short cut roads, so I just took one and went around the drama. But while I did that, I broke my number one driving rule and pulled out my cell phone to call D. I mean, I had to make sure she was okay, right?
She answered and was fine and I told her to meet me outside in thirty seconds. Two seconds after I pulled up, Medders pulled into the driveway. We all stood in the driveway, kinda peeking around the bend to try to figure out what was going on.
Our next door neighbor came bustling out, full of news and information. Apparently one of our across the street neighbors houses went up in flames. He said it took only fifteen minutes for the almost the entire thing to get ruined.
Ack. Ack. Ack.
So sad for the neighbors, but so glad it wasn’t us.
