Town had a fire yesterday. We hadn't been out of church for very long, maybe an hour or so, and I was at my friend Paigey's house when the fire siren up town went off. Always hate the sound of that. Shortly, we heard the sirens of the fire trucks....turning up her street. So being normal citizens that we are, we rush outdoors to see what's going on...we see the fire trucks and all that sitting up at the intersection...by the time we had gotten across the street...we could see the smoke. It took them hours to get it put out. Everyone was ok, and they got most of the animals out...not sure about one dog :( There's not much left...the back side and straight up through the middle are gone.
It's that time again. For Michele's weekend Meet-n-Greet. Some frown, but others gleefully play. Here's a question for all who visit here, whether on your own or from Michele's: Last night during a prayer meeting, I had a memory flash through my mind. More like the shadow of the memory. I was five years old or younger and I was begging my father for a peanut butter cake. I really wanted one, and even though I was interupting the adult conversation and probably being a regular brat...my Dad quit what he was doing to search for a recipe for a peanut butter cake...uhm, I don't think he ever found one so he made me a chocolate one with peanut butter frosting. This is probably the best memory I have of my father. So - what is your favorite childhood memory?????
Comments
Fluke - Good, especially that you'd do it again even without a thanks.
Daydreamer - absolutely
Jean-Luc - fam's ok, 3 firemen hurt :( don't know about the animals :(