Don’t you just hate it when you are scrambling around at the last minute finishing the food and trying to beautify yourself you hear that knock on the door twenty minutes early? An early guest is almost worse than a late guest.
And fire season is here… early… Not that we really enjoy it when it shows up on time, but we should get at least a little more time! But, alas, record high heat has sped up its arrival. I’m used to fires being from Idaho. But the difference in LA is that the fires actually rage in the middle of the city. Which is dang inconvenient. When the hill between you and work is ablaze it puts a crimp in your commute. And air quality is certainly not helped when you are living next to what amounts to a ginormous barbeque of smoke.
However, in true So Cal fashion, my Pasadena neighbors (who have been blessed with the first blaze) are keeping wary eyes on the fire making its way towards their homes with mochas and martinis in hand. If you gonna stay home from work to make sure your house doesn’t burn down, you might as well do it in style!
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