First thing this morning:

Morrison (looking at his phone:) The fire pit is on it’s way.

Me: WHAT?! THE FIRE IS COMING HERE NOW?! WHAT DO WE DO, DO WE RUN?! WHERE ARE THE HEIRLOOMS, I’LL GRAB MY COMPUTER, WHERE IS CRACKER

Morrison:….The fire pit. That we ordered for the backyard. Is on it’s way. In the mail.

Me: GREAT. LET’S NEVER USE IT.

(Mine own ridiculous anxiety aside, these fires are not a joke. We are fortunate that they are currently burning far from us, on the other side of town, but we live in a fire zone, which is to say So Cal during a drought and high Santa Ana winds. We are so lucky right now, but we may not always be. Thinking of everyone that’s been affected this week, and praying for the strength, foresight and resolve to get through it if it ever does happen to us.)