My Neighbors! I came home from dropping Abby off at school to the sound of blaring smoke alarms, and my next door neighbors dialing 911, and the VERY DISTINCT SMELL of burnt beans. The neighbor girls said the dog in the front would not move, but smoke was pouring out of the kitchen and I said, "Someone burnt the beans again!" A phrase from my childhood (long story). They said how do you know it's beans...I said, "Trust me I know that smell!" The fire department arrived about a minute later and after making nice with Monty the HUGE husky in the doorway they confirmed my declaration by carrying out a pot of burnt beans. Then they brought out the industrial fan (another familiar site (remember Dawn....hot pain, cold oil...). They even went the extra mile to check the walls with the TICer(ticker)Thermal Imaging Camera...sweet! So I know I'm supposed to love my neighbor...but when are walls are connected, I can't help but be a little worried about THEIR mistakes threatening my house! I can hear my dad now..."Never (pronounce Nehbver) LEAVE the beans unattended!"
Good news is...smoke detectors work!
