THE FIRE

As if my fiance and I don't already have a lot on our plates right now, we encountered a little "mishap" yesterday morning. It was Monday morning as usual until I discovered that my shower wasn't getting hot. Hmm. Patrick then realized that the water heater pilot light had gone out so once lit, we would be back in business. Soon enough, I was off to work...or so I thought.

I had to turn around bc a HUGE 5-car wreck was blocking the intersection. After turning around, I called Patrick but he didn't answer. Naturally, I called another 2 times. :) [I'm allowed to be stalkerish bc he is officially my fiance.] Still heading in the direction of home, I finally got a hold of him, when I hear: "Omg, I think I started a fire!" (Well, he actually didn't but our faulty water heater did!) I'm sure you can imagine my reaction - calm, cool and collected, right? Wrong. As I was screaming for him to call 911, I kept thinking that our house was going to burn down.



Picture this: I am racing against time to get home and "help," stuck at a stoplight when I hear the fire engine sirens blaring all the while knowing they are going to my house and my fiance is NOT ANSWERING THE PHONE. Little did I know, he was busy putting it out thanks to our Ozarka water bottles. [I will be writing them a thank you note soon for such a fabulous water dispener creation.] As I pull into the neighborhood, I see smoke pouring out of a mini chimney thing on our roof...and Patrick. The first thing out of his mouth was: "I put the wedding invitations in the guest room!" And as Sheri says, at least that boy has his priorities straight! :)



Apparently smoke was coming out of our fireplace into the house...and guess what was stuffed, sealed, stamped and ready to be delivered on the floor right in front of it? Our invitations. THANKFULLY Patrick didn't get hurt. THANKFULLY our house didn't catch fire. THANKFULLY our pups are safe. THANKFULLY...our invitations survived. Somehow, an evite isn't my idea of a wedding invitation.



Fortunately, the firemen arrived no sooner than after I cleared a path for them to traipse through the house. [I really did have to move my piles of Christmas decor - including my fabulous front porch reindeer - to make way for the men in yellow and red. Please note: the fire wasn't "raging" at that point, so I had a bit more time on my hands, people.] And after all was said and done, a firemen said to us that Patrick had truly saved the day with such quick thinking. Aw, my hero!



3 fire engines, 1 fire chief and 1 very scared Chihuahua later, the fire mishap was officially over. We are truly blessed to have escaped unharmed and give thanks to the Lord, and to St. Jude, for our protection.



For your viewing pleasure, Patrick managed to snap a photo with his phone.