When you've got this much life to live, the blog can get behind a little...

So there we are, watching a movie when I smell smoke. We had cooked earlier, so I think nothing of it, and Juli is assuming that I burned sage again and is silently pissed. But then it gets worse, like when something gets stuck in a vacuum. Finally I say to Juli, "Do you smell something?" Of course she does, because by now our apt. is full of smoke, and we're running around the kitchen frantically trying to find what burner we must've left on w/ a sponge sitting on it or whatever.

Everything looks kosher, so I go down into the basement, which is full of smoke. I can hear our downstairs neighbor coughing, so I run around to the front and pound on his door. Nothing. Juli goes to the back door, which is open. She calls into the apt., but it's so full of smoke that she can't go in.

Long story short, we end up calling the fire dept. and they come over right quick. We hang on the sidewalk w/ our other neighbors and oh, by the way it's the first snow of the year. Also, fire trucks had already been on our street twice earlier today (once w/ a Medical Examiner paddy wagon, which is NEVER a good sign). Sorry, Dear Reader, nothing to quell the suspense as we never found out what the heck happened in any of the cases, including the fire downstairs. Life in the city...

So it's been a weird day, and then we remembered we haven't posted on this dang thing in near 6 months. Since we're learning first-hand how much can happen in one frigging day, imagine how much happens in HALF A YEAR. Yeesh almighty. There's no sense in trying to describe it--best to let the pictures do the talking. Feel free to make up your own story as you go along (maybe we'll post the best one if you send 'em to us!):