This is part of a post that one of my friends Susan Jones wrote Sunday. It was so funny that I just had to share.
I live in a small, 100 year-old Craftsman cottage in Columbia Tennessee. Taking it easy Saturday afternoon, I was in the front room watching the second season of Mad Men on DVD with one puppy in my lap and one dozing at my feet. It was raining with lots of thunder and lightning. In fact, I don't know why I didn't turn off the TV and move away from the windows because besides hearing the thunder, it was possible to hear the electrical "sizzle" in the air from the lightning. It was close. That was when it happened. The loudest boom you can imagine followed by the ground moving and the house shaking, lightning struck my house.
The smell of ozone filled the room. I jumped up and turned towards the kitchen. My stove was on fire with black smoke rising from behind it. I thought my roof must be on fire when I saw four neighbors running from their homes towards my house. Besides that, a shower of sparks flew by the window.
I was traumatized. What am I supposed to do?
Pour ya'sef a sweet tea and get the rest of the story here, darlin'... http://www.charmofthecarolines.com/#ixzz0y88pfxpT
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