Someone apparently tossed a cigarette butt out of their window and set aflame a burning bush across the street at 2 a.m. I was awakened by (1) the smell of smoke – which wouldn't have been that weird except that it was still 86° outside – and (2) mom calling up the stairs, "do you smell smoke?"
In her near 70 year-old state she has begun to worry (out loud) about every creak, noise and odor.
So I got up and went outside where I discovered the burning bush at the abandoned condos across the street. There was an angel working with a tupperware dish and the water sprinkler in the OHSU landscaping next door trying to put it out. And when I say angel, let's just say 6 foot 2, black hair, blue eyes, just the right amount of facial hair, etc.
So of course I came back to the house and grabbed a bucket and went out to help.
We had the fire out, it was just embers, by the time the fire truck arrived. Burning Bush aside, that's when I truly saw God. Forget the guy with the tupperware, go for the guy with the big hose every time. He had the embers out in seconds flat. To be sure, he kept spraying the surrounding areas.
Yay! So I woke up last night to a burning bush and the hottest fireman I've ever seen. Not bad for a night's work.
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I'm not sure what's more disturbing, the fact that you are linking eyecandy with God, or the fact that you are macking on firemen, coupled with the unreasoning fear that there will now be a sudden drastic upswing in unexplained brush fires near your house. I know your methods, Watson, and I fear for innocent grass, trash and landscaping in your path.
Just sayin'
Hi Mrs. Adams!
Mel
you know, setting brush fires at 2 am for a few weeks did occur to me. unfortunately, I'm no pyromaniac. I wonder how else one can meet hot firemen?