11/15/2022 0 Comments Fire in the mountain run boy run![]() ![]() I kept thinking “stop, drop, & roll” but that would have taken too long so I stupidly ducked low endured the smoke until I set up fans and opened everything that would open. I probably shouldn’t have even been in the house. I threw the pot out the door and frantically ran through the house trying to get all those dadgum window treatments out the way so I could open the windows and doors. Beecher: Rats in the garden, catchem Tauser, cows in the cornfield, run boys run, cats in the creampot, stop her now, sir Fire on the mountain, run boys. It was the most awful smell I’ve ever smelled… burnt rubber and burnt plastic… and the smoke had permeated every corner of the house. The smoke was so thick I could hardly see in the house. I could smell the smoke and hear the smoke detector as I jumped out of the car. I knew had set them on HIGH but only half of the heating element on our stove works so I prayed for a miracle. The whole way I prayed that the house wouldn’t be on fire. I flew like a bat out of hell from the new house to the rental house. An hour and half after I put the pacifiers on the stove I remembered that they were still on. I loaded up the girls and took Morgan to Mother’s Morning Out and the Raiger and I headed over to the new house to see Daddy’s progress. I was a little frantic because I had wasted half the morning searching on the internet about how to add a song to my blog (which I never did figure out– Lenzie can you please help me?) and as a result I forgot that I put 8 pacis on the stove on high to “sterilize”. Paiger was scooting about the house and a bit fussy. I was bribing Morgan to go to school today so I could get some things done. It was an average Thursday morning at our house. ![]()
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