Just got off the phone with Mamasan... Bad news on the homefront.
Word is that Cyndi had a house fire today, a pretty bad one. Details are sketchy, but apparently the structure is still standing but the kitchen and first floor is all jacked up, with damage on the second floor, also. As I write this, the insurance people are on the way, and Sherry and her boyfriend Steve are on their way over to help Cyndi and Tim salvage whatever they can.
Damn. This really sucks. The same thing happened to my sister Nancy and her husband Mark around Christmas a couple of years ago and it took them forever to get their house rebuilt. Let's hope it's not that bad this time.
Nobody was home, though, so nobody got hurt, and Jake the dog was out in the backyard at the time, so he's ok, too.
On a lighter note, she also told me a hilarious story about somebody else who had their dentures lifted off the nightstand by one of their cats last night. They finally turned up after an hour of searching, but just picturing a cat running around with a set of somebody else's teef in it's mouth is *almost* as funny as a Dalmatian with a vibrator.
Mikey
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