Just your average Monday evening

Just when I thought I wasn't going to have anything to blog about tonight, my husband came in and said this.And then I looked out the window and saw this.

He was burning the remnants of an old building we had taken down. However, at one point the fire was about 3 times this big.
That's when I heard the sirens and saw this fly into our driveway.
Followed shortly by his friend, the other fire truck.

And no emergency would be complete without a police officer.

Apparently they were getting calls from all over the county from housing additions nearby, to passers-by on the interstate, to employees from nearby factories. They all thought the barn was on fire. Many thought the entire farm was going up in smoke.

Nope...just my husband trying to burn an old building. At night. In the 30 degree wind. On ground that hasn't had rain in 2 months. That's all.

When the fire fighters arrived, my husband was casually standing near the fire with a 2.5 gallon bucket of water in his hand. One (of the six!) firemen walked up and asked, "Everything under control around here?"

My husband looked at him surprisingly and said, "Well, yes...why?"

They had a good laugh. The fireman asked him to call and notify the sheriff's department next time he was going to try burning the place down so they knew how to handle the dozens of phone calls they were getting in.

The kids and I watched in amusement with the dogs while the fire trucks left. One of the fire fighters jokingly asked me as they were driving off, "Do you want to come with us?"

It was tempting.