So enough complaining about dog poop on my lawn...a house exploded on my street today. No joke. I was sitting at home with Quinn when there was a really, really loud boom, some stuff fell over in my house, and the dog looked at me like, "what the *!@# was that?" I ran outside and there was complete chaos...kids running around drenched in blood, women screaming, seriously, it was intense. I tried to help one kid who was bleeding from the back of his head, but he kept running around and I couldn't get him to sit down. Luckily the fire fighters and paramedics showed up quickly and it turns out no one was critically injured, which is a miracle considering three houses were destroyed and the whole front of one house was blown apart. Some guy somehow managed to blow up a propane tank in his house. Although my first reaction was meth lab. Anywho, after it was clear that everyone will be ok, and everything was under control, I took a picture or two and was interviewed on one of the local news channels (WJZ, you can go to WJZ.com and see a clip of me being interviewed, looking all scruffy). It is seriously a miracle that no one was killed.
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