Ok...the fire

Last Wednesday I recieved a call at work. It was one of my neighbors telling me to come home because my house was on fire. WTF! Ok, not really. My neighbors house was on fire, but no one knew what shape mine was in. See, I live in a semi-detached. Their dryer was on fire in the basement. My kids where with Karen. The neighbor kids were out and safe. All the animals on the other hand didn't feel like coming out. I pulled up to my neighborhood, AKA hood, and had to park a block away because of all the fire trucks. After recieving permission from Bertha, the volunteer fire woman that probably can't even blow out a candle because she was so ... Big, I found out that my house was okay. No crispy critters. They all ran to the door to see their wonderful Mommy as soon as the door was openned. The smell on the other hand was awful and the smoke in the basement was even better. God Bless the Fire People! Red Lion needs to interview before sending to fire. All I can say is weird. Oh well. The neighbors house has a lot of fire damage. They have been living in a Hotel. Their kitchen and basement need to be stripped down completely to get rid of the smoke smell. I have a feeling they will be enjoying the insurance money. I noticed all the kids had on brand new shiney Nike sneakers today.