My Husband, the Hero...

This weekend was a little bit of an emotional roller coaster. Saturday morning was spent enjoying fresh croissants and coffee after sleeping in til about 9:45. It was lovely, especially after the emotions of Friday and learning of my aunt's passing. Needless to say, sleep was desperately needed and Jeremy was nice enough to go out and get my favorite morning treat. About 10:30 or so, the fire alarm in the next building was going off and smoke was filtering out of their kitchen windows. Peering outside, I actually saw our on-fire neighbors shut their bedroom window, obviously annoyed at the fire alarm that was in full swing. Jeremy and I rushed outside, hoping to see our neighbors leave their burning house. After a couple minutes of no neighbors, Jeremy ran over and knocked on their door, to no answer. Determining it was safe, (no flames) he opened the door and ran inside, asking if people were ok. He said that the sprinklers were on in the kitchen and whatever was on fire was now out. Smoke and water was everywhere. Our neighbors, now throughly confused why there was someone in their house, came out of their bedrooms, still half asleep. They had no idea that their kitchen was on fire, or that the screeching smoke alarms and fire alarm was for them.

The fire department showed up a few minutes later- Jeremy and I retreated to our condo. Our nosey neighbors gathered out in front, four of them, standing and watching- not bothering to ask if our on-fire neighbors were ok. Jeremy was the only one who had bothered to ask if the neighbors were ok, needed water or anything. Our nosey neighbors sat like vultures in front of our condo- clearly doing nothing productive or helpful.

I think I will make Jeremy a cape, for his superhero efforts.