Everyone knows how much fun it is to be a Thomasson, not least because we seem to attract exciting happenings. A couple of weeks ago, such a thing happened. It was just a normal morning. We were doing school.....when the phone rang.

It was Matt. You remember Matt, don't you? He's the hero that jimmied open the Big Ride that time the keys were inadvertently locked inside. Well, when I answered the phone, this is what Matt said. No, scratch that. This is what Matt SCREAMED:

'DONNA! WHAT ROAD DO YOU LIVE ON? I HAVE A BALE OF HAY ON FIRE IN MY TRUCK RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE! WHAT ROAD DO YOU LIVE ON????'

To this I screamed back, 'WHAT???'

We're both really good communicators. I finally understood what he was screaming about and screamed back the address. Then we all ran outside to watch the drama unfold. You see, what happened is this: Matt was trying to deliver a big round bale to my yard so he could advertise them for sale. Somehow, on the way over, said bale caught on fire!! When he turned around, there it was, flaming for all it was worth, which by then, was nothing. He very wisely roared down a gravel road and dumped it in the middle of the road. Then he called the fire department.

While we were waiting on the fire elimination experts, I sent Luke and Tyler outside to stomp out little rogue fires. No sense in risking my feet, you know.

Finally, we heard the sirens far off in the distance. Camera at the ready, we watched the big fire truck come into view, approach the road to the scene,

and drive right on past.

Pretty soon, the sheepish truck came back into view and, this time, found the emergency.

Well, everything turned out just fine. Matt brought another bale over and peace was restored. Sure was an exciting morning though!