FUEGO.

Doug received a firepit this year for Christmas. We finally got the chance to break it out of the box and "fire" it up this past week over spring break. The first night was fun, sitting around, staring into the small flames that Doug and Nick kept fussing over. The second night was fun too - but we realized that when Doug was in boy scouts and they were learning how to make a fire -- DOUG WAS ABSENT THAT DAY!!!
Third day, Doug broke out the ol' Boy Scout handbook and "read" up on how to build the perfect fire. I opted out and stayed inside. 3 nights with stinky clothes and smokey hair was just too much.
Anyway, the fire is going good, the boys are having a good time. they were poking logs with sticks, sitting in their chairs and eventually getting tired. The fire starts to die down, boys come in, everyone starts getting in bed. Alex is so tired and he wants to lay down with me in my bed - that's fine. Doug will sleep on the bottom bunk in Alex and Landon's room. I'm watching a little T.V., listening to the wind outside- because there is a storm coming in... so they say.
Around 11:00 I turn out the lights and T.V. For some reason I can't sleep. I'm tossing- turning... then I look at my window blinds.
I see light flashes. Hmm-that's wierd I think. Someone must have gotten pulled over and the cop car lights are flashing against my blinds. So being the nosy Nelly that I am- I go and look out my bedroom window. I don't see anything. I go back to bed. Hmm--must be lightning in the distance from the storm.....but there is no thunder. So I get up, go into my bathroom and look out the southern window for this poor soul who got pulled over by a sherif's deputy- still nothing. So I proceed to climb into my bathtub and look out the East window - still no cop car. THEN I look down in the grassy area where the fire pit is..... I found my flashes. BUT it's not coming from the fire pit, it's coming from the woodpile on the grass that is 2 ft away from our house siding and wood deck. The wind had re-started a fire of a log that Doug TOOK OFF the fire pit, beause he thought it was "DONE".
I run towards the boy's bedroom, turn on the hallway lights and wake Doug up--- "Doug the grass is on fire, outside our bedroom window"....... Doug being the ball of fire that he is says: "Geez... us", like he's pissed or something. Anyway, he gets up, walks...(yes walks) to the sliding back door. I'm in the kitchen filling up 2 water pitchers to put out the flames. We go out, put out the fire- I tell him to put more water on it just to be safe. We come in and he says......
WHY do you have to be so dramatic!!
HELLOOOOOOO.... when the grass is burnt by the burning logs and there are dried bushes that are inches away- the wind is picking up and our house and deck are right there- I think that calls for a little urgency.
The point to my story is this-- There was a reason my husband did not become a fireman-- because the minute someone were to say:
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire..........
Doug would say: We don't need no water, ..........
go ahead, you can finish the song.