I had this whole long great recap of my big Fourth of July Holiday Weekend planned for you today BUT sometimes things happen that you just have to share.
Army Son aka Gamer Son was home alone. That should have been my first concern.
Then the majority of the work day goes by and I haven't heard from him all day. That should have been clue number two.
When the phone finally rings at work, I am on another important call and can't take it right away.
The message: It's your son. You might need to go home right away.
Being the calm cool collected person I am, I dial my home number and wait while it rings.
"hello?"
"Hi Gamer Son. I got a message from you. I need to come home?"
"Yeah well. Ummm. I was burning boxesandIwentinsideforaquickdrinkandsmelledsmokeandtheyardwasonfirebutitdidn'tgetintotheshedIcheckedit!"
breathe.breathe.breathe.
"Gamer Son. So you had boxes you just had to burn unattended on one of the driest and hottest days of the year? And you caught the backyard and maybe the shed on fire? Is that right?"
"It's no big deal! It's not that bad! I just wanted to tell you now before you got home and freaked out."
Sometimes you just shake your head....and go for a run.
Off to remove all incendiary devices from my home. I recommend you do the same.
