Bet you homemade brownies that your last 24 hours were nothing like mine, nor will they (probably) ever be. Because, my friends, it seems that this is the kind of stuff that only happens to somebody else:
“This” referring to getting a call just as you’re getting out of your zumba class telling you that there’s just been a huge fire at your workplace.
Luckily it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Not nearly as bad.
It still wasn’t much fun to clean up this morning.