It's a good thing...

It's a good thing my husband is a firefighter. Not just for the awesome paycheck, and sexy uniform....but for the fact that he was able to save our house from burning down yesterday.

Yes, you read correctly...burning down.

We were on the phone at about 5pm, I was driving from my Walgreens (after a long hard 9.5 hours) to go work at another Walgreens (b/c I'm crazy like that). Ryan was in the kitchen looking for something to eat as he just learned I wasn't coming home to make him anything. He said, "Why are the kitchen lights flickering?" As I began taunting him for staring at the computer screen for too long, I heard-"Holy S*** the kitchen's on fire!".....and then I heard a dial tone.

So I drove along, adding that last sentence to the top of my list of "things I never want to hear again." Finally, Ry called back and said the light switch shorted (or something) and there was smoke pouring out of it. He called 911 and Newmark homes. Sadly, Newmark homes had a faster response time than the SA fire department. Apparantly...that nice new fire station at the front of our subdivision isn't actually assigned to our community. It took 20 minutes before any fire truck arrived. Sad. So, like I was saying...it's a good thing my husband is a firefighter. While the 911 operator told him to get everyone out of the house and stand outside, he instead cut the house's power and started dismantling the outlet and looking into the problem. Probably the only thing that kept our house from burning to the ground from an electrical fire.

At the current time, we have electricians and Newmark home representatives downstairs....no wait, just got a report from Ryan that he kicked them out of the house. Seriously. He literally just came upstairs and told me the electrician almost burned the house down again, so he kicked them out.

Seriously.