Scary

Last night, Lone Star Pa and I went out for dinner while the Girl minded her sister for us.  They didn't call us or anything, but as we turned down our street coming home, we could see that, further down, on our block, the street was lined with firetrucks, police cars and an ambulance.

Oh, my heart.

Thankfully, they were not there because anyone had been hurt at our house (or anyone else's house).  We got home to find both girls charmingly asleep in the Lone Star Baby's bed, quite unaware of the commotion outside.  The emergency was at the house of the new-ish neighbors who had recently put up some fabulous Christmas decorations in the yard, winning our eternal admiration.  The fire was not from the decorations, but the heater (heaters are so scary) and everyone is alright, heavens be praised.

Too much excitement.