I'm currently blogging from the driveway of the house across the street. At 11:00 at night. Why, you ask? Because at 10:45, while I was walking the dog, I smelled natural gas leaking from the meter. And apparently, when you call the gas company, they take it really, really freaking seriously!
They have advised us to vacate the house, secure our animals and not return until they clear the area.
This left me with an unusual dilemma: Do I feign secure knowledge that the gas company will keep us safe, and simply stroll to a safe distance and watch? Or do I grab those things that are precious, just in case the house blows up?
Currently, I am sharing my husband's truck with Mr., Daisy Mae, three cats, a dog, and Kiersten's ashes, as well as my computer and my cell phone. I figure everything else can be replaced.
So here's my question of the day: If you had 5 minutes to get out of your house, what would you take with you?
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Phone. Cats except MooShu who won't let us get near. Coat. Binder of CDs with photos. And ashes. We have ashes too.
Forgot to say I hope it's nothing with the gas. Neil Young on The Daily Show distracted me!
Update: We didn't die! Yippee! The gas man is like "Wow, you have a gas leak," and to my credit, I did NOT reply with "No shit, Sherlock."
Instead I said, "Yay! I'm not crazy!" lol
Spouse, pets, laptop, phone, and that fire-proof box with important papers like our passports, not to mention the $10K EE bond my mother bought for me in 1992.
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