Sometimes I can’t think up anything to write on this blog. Today I only had to figure out how to start it.

Should it be,

1) ” A funny thing happened on the way to the forum…”

2) “Call me Ishmael”

or 3) “Oh crap, the car’s on fire! Call 911!”

In reality, choice number 3 will start today’s entry. This is a true story of how my husband and I spent last night.

“Oh crap, the car’s on fire! Call 911!”

Husband runs out and starts shooting water on the car with a hose. Wife calls fire department and REPEATEDLY tries to go look at the fire while still on the phone only to be yanked back by the cord. (ok, I look like a chicken with my head cut off sometimes).

Wife completes call and goes outside. Husband requests fire extinguisher. Wife gets it and begins to use it. Husband and wife exchange hose and extinguisher (I don’t know why). Extinguisher is extinguished, fire is still going.

Husband retakes the hose and wife notices a chill in the air. Goes and gets Husband pants. Takes hose while Husband puts on pants. With pants on, Husband reclaims the hose again and continues the battle.

Wife decides Daughter is sleeping in room too close to flaming car and removes her from the vicinity, wakes Children (just in case) and has them sit in the hallway.

Fire Department arrives and battles flames beating in the hood of the car in a valiant effort to get it open and put out the fire beneath. Husband and Wife stand in direct line of smoke coming off fire but realize they should move.

Success! Fire is out.

Blast it’s 1 o’clock in the morning, and no one is awake to call and tell about the big deal.

Husband and Wife realize car is going nowhere fast and is blocking in the only remaining unburnt car. They retire to bed to figure that problem out in the morning.

THE END