Firetrucks

An interesting thing happened last night.

Four firetrucks came to our apartment complex. Their sirens were screaming and the horns were blaring as Jason and I looked at each other like 'woah. what's going on'. Now that seems to be a typical response when one hears the roar of 'EMERGENCY' nearby. But Jason and I were concerned for our own personal reasons.

You see, we had just been joking that since Jason was tickling me and I was yelling 'Stop! Stop!' that the neighbors would hear and call the cops. Or the fire department.

We were scared that they had!

But no. Totally not. Someone's oven was sparking so they sent all of Boise Fire Department to investigate.

PHEW! Thank goodness it was just people's very lives in danger and not us being called on suspicion of domestic violence.

Ok, show's over. Nothing to see here.