Here's how it began....
Saturday we were having some pretty wild winds in our area. Now I've already shared here that our side fence wasn't in the greatest shape. Well, hearing the wind blowing so hard I started getting nervous about the fence again. I knew for sure the way it was blowing and how hard it was blowing, it was only a matter of time it was coming down.
Well, sure enough....it did. So now my husband is working on trying to get the fence put back together. Bummer about it is, we don't have any neighbors there where the fence fell right now so we have to fork out the money and labor on our own.
I guess this will be a nice little "man" project for my husband.
Remember on Sat when this happened?
(Yeah, I know too funny, huh??!!! :D)
Well, not more than a couple hours later did my daughter look out the front window only to find some kid breaking into my SIL's car. My daughter asked "Mommy, is Nancy in the house?" and I said yes. She then said someone was in her car so I went over to the window and looked and Nancy opened the front door and started yelling and chasing after the kid, as did my husband, which in the process, he fell and got some boo boos. He's a man though....they're nothing and doesn't want to make a fuss about it.
As the two of them are out chasing this kid, I immediately get on the phone and call 911. Let me tell you, the cops were right on it too! They were there in a matter of a couple minutes. I guess it helps living in a small town. The cops have nothing else better to do.
Apparently when my husband and SIL were out chasing this kid, they passed another kid a couple house down and he acted as if he had no idea what was going on but not more than 20 minutes later was this kid found walking around with my SIL's credit card. Apparently, he found the credit card in the street, got thirsty so he went home to get something to drink and then thought he would come and bring us the credit card back. Yeah, seems fishy if you ask me. He was probably friends with the kid who did it. Well, big mistake cause he got arrested.
In the end, they never found the actual kid who did the breaking in AND my sister can't find her car keys so it seems as if she left the keys in the door of her car and forgot about it and it was basically calling the kid's name saying "Hey you, kid...yeah you. Come in and take what you like." At least she has a spare set of keys.
Monday, my husband got off work early to pick up our daughter from school and he stopped off at home first to grab a bite to eat. When he got back into the car, it sounded like the car wasn't running on all cylinders so he shut the car off. Tried it again and same result so he called the mechanics.
Tuesday morning, we had the car towed to the mechanics. He's had it now for 4 days and wouldn't it figure....it won't make the sound for him. He says the engine sounds strong and can't figure out why it did it. We told him we wanted to do a tune-up on it since it's there but he wants to find the problem first.
See, it's a good thing we just bought the new car a couple months ago.
Then (nope, doesn't end there)....
We were gone probably a half hour or a tad longer. When I pulled into the garage, I asked my husband "What's that smell?" and he said "I don't know". Then he opened the door from the garage into the house and smoke just came billowing out from the house. My husband starts yelling "Fire! Fire!" He immediately ran to the stove as I followed him. I had a pan on the stove with a plate on top of it. It's a pan that didn't have a lid that went with it. My husband turned the stove off. (Now, I know I turned it off!!!) He said the plate was glowing red too.
As my husband was opening all the windows and doors and escaping in between each attempt cause it was so bad in there, I was calling for Ozzy who wasn't coming so I started panicking thinking he was dead. (Yes, it WAS that bad in there!) Finally, my daughter noticed him laying on the couch so I went over and grabbed him and took him outside. Poor dog. He must have been so scared. Fortunately, the smoke didn't reach the floor yet. It probably went to our thighs so where he was at on the couch, he still had a little bit of time before it got to him. He's fine though, thank goodness!!!
Needless to say, it didn't catch on fire!! Thank goodness!!! However, the house was so filled with smoke, I honestly don't know how much longer before it would have sparked into a flame. AND...every time I pull the car into the garage, I can smell the smoke. Every time I enter the house, I still smell smoke. It will take awhile before it goes away. Too bad though cause Christmas is at our house this year. The FIRST year ever! Go figure.
Let's continue, shall we....