Burnin' down the house.

I hate foreshadowing. I truly do. Remember, faithful reader, when I mentioned I was just gonna sit back and let life happen? Well, I beat the odds. I mean, our house burnt completely to the ground on January 29, and we lost everything we owned, except for the proverbial clothes on our backs.

And the car we were driving, thank god. And also, thank the goddesses that nobody was hurt, except for four innocent cats. Son #2 was in the house for 30 minutes while the fire smoldered upstairs, and was alerted to it by a burning bathrobe on the first floor. He ran out into the 10 degree weather in his socks and no coat, where he alerted the neighbor to call 911. He is one smart cookie, for a nine-year-old.

During the ordeal, I have been making lists of blog titles to write once I got back online and in a more permanent dwelling than my mother-in-law's.

Now is that time.