The roof is on fire

I am in no way, shape, form or fashion trying to make fun of a serious situation, but laughter is really the best medicine, and I could not let this one go. It would be a shame not to write about it. I got home from work and hubby did not cook that day. No big deal. I just went on in the kitchen to rumble up a little of this and a little of that. I can see from my kitchen window that our 16 year old son is playing basketball in the back yard. Our daughter was in her room studying. Hubby was in the living room talking on the phone.

The doorbell just started ringing ding a ling a ling a ling a ling a ling. I thought, "who in their right mind is ringing our dog gone door bell like that." I slowly walked to the door, because seriously, I thought it was somebody that was trying to sell me something and I was just not in the mood. Then I thought, somebody must be leaning against my doorbell cause it was still ring a linging. When I opened the door, our neighbor across the street nearly pushed the door in and said, "Hurry, quickly, I need a fire extinguisher." He jumped in my house so quickly that I declare if he was a killer, he could have shot me down right there. I wish I had a baseball bat to beat him for jumping in my house like that without being invited.

Hubby hurriedly got off the phone and ran into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher and I looked across the street and there is smoke coming from the neighbor's house. Hubby yells to me to call the fire department, but then as anything ever goes, nosey folks start coming out in the street to see what's going on. I can see somebody else is on the phone and I know it may sound ugly but I am not trying to be ugly, but I am glad someone else called, because did you know that they charge you for dialing 911?

Hubby, one of the nosey folks too, goes across the street. I did not go in the street. I was hungry, I was about to cook me something to eat. Not that I didn't care, but there was nothing I could do. The neighbor mentioned that it was a grease fire because all you could see was smoke coming from the roof. The fire truck showed up and then more folks gathered in the street. I was still thinking about this rambunctious man bout to knock me the slap over in my own house. I also got to thinking that there was a house on the left and right side of the neighbor across the street.....you mean to tell me, we were the only ones with a fire extinguisher! I did look out the window ever so often to see if the fire truck was still there or if the smoke had gone away because I do not want nobody to lose their home in a fire, but that man had better give me some money for another fire extinguisher or buy me a new one. I'm just saying.

~QUEENBEE~