So it's a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Very lovely. The Analyst and I attend a great church service. A really good friend and his new girlfriend come over to visit and they end up staying for dinner. All in all a very lovely day.
After my friends leave I decide I need to go visit my mother for a few so I jump in the car and head over to her place. It's now about 6:10. I arrive and and we have a short but lovely visit. The Analyst requested an Italian Ice from Rita's so on my way home I stop off and grab one for him.
It's now 7:30 pm and I turn down the street that leads to my development and I notice a couple of fire trucks on the street. I'm thinking,'Hmmmm... Something must be going on here. I wonder what.' I then turn onto the circle that leads to my court and notice a few more fire trucks on the court right behind my house. 'Hmmmm...that's awfully close to my house. I wonder if the people behind me are OK?'
I continue around the circle and turn onto my street and see a few more fire trucks RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE. I remember thinking, 'Wow. The side of my house is all burned. Maybe it's just the side of my house and the rest of it is fine.' Then I look up into my third bedroom and I see a fireman all in the window. 'This can't be good.'
I then start to see the severity of the situation when I see several firemen coming out of my house. I park the car, get out and walk toward the destruction stunned.
DAMN!!!!
Lovely isn't it?
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