Fires
It was 121 degrees in Southern California yesterday.
The entire state is on fire again and it goes to show you that they just didn’t rake the floors properly again.
All stupidness aside, the raging fires are a scary deal, right?
Also, have you ever been in that kind of heat? It’s pretty dangerous.
Years back, we made a drive from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. Driving through the desert is a bit of a scary proposition.
“Turn your air conditioner off!” The signs warned as we started out.
I turned it off.
“That’s crazy, leave it on,” Kathy said.
It was 118 degrees. I actually won the argument and our air conditioner stayed off. About 30 miles in we saw an abandoned car.
“What happened there?” Kathy asked.
“He listened to his wife.”
And the heat was stifling, but the drive was unforgettable.
The fire in Northern California (a place I called home for a little while - twice) was reportedly started by pyrotechnics at a gender reveal party.
Couple things;
1). I don’t get the gender reveal crap. You seriously need a party to announce such a thing? How important are you?
2). If you live in California aren’t you aware of the dangers of a spark at this time of year.
Did he listen to his wife and order the pyrotechnics?
The news report I saw mentioned that they could be held responsible for the costs associated with fighting the fire.
Imagine that.
That poor kid is going to arrive and Mom and Dad are going to owe the State of California $7 million dollars because of the party they had to announce your gender?
2020, huh?
Will anyone actually be shocked if we get demolished by an asteroid?
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