Don't stand by and let it burn
So the other day, I was sitting on my back porch. Doing nothing, trying to relax since I’ve been rather stressed out with the whole ‘I’m launching a new book’ problem. When I hear my neighbor start screaming, “Fire, fire!” Oh, boy. For those of you who’ve read my previous post about my neighbors, this is the one who’s been doing all the home repairs himself. And doing them wrong. Thus, my gut instinct was he’s done something horribly wrong and his house was burning to the ground. However, when I jump up, spin around and look over to his yard – what do I see? Nope, not smoke pouring out of his roof. Rather his BBQ grill, standing alone in the middle of the yard, flames coming out of it on all sides. About then, his wife runs out of the house, waving a towel in one hand and holding a box of something in the other. “Smother it out with baking soda!” She yells as she tries passing him the items. He rushes to grab the hose from the side of the house, “No, water!” He screams back at her. S