So, it's last day of vacation and I had plans of getting a hair cut, do some shopping and going to the Yankee game tonight. I got my hair cut, went to macys and got a frantic phone call from my brother that the police are in my apartment and there was a fire. Well, let me tell you, I couldn't get in my car and onto the highway fast enought to try to get home. While sitting in traffic on the LIE, my mother called from Disney absolutely frantic since the cops called her from the apartment to tell her there was fire and the poilce were in the apartment and wanted to know if she was the tenant. When she told him that she was but that her daughter and granddaughter should be there and he responded that we weren't she immediately thought that something had happened to us and since she wasn't able to get us on our cel phones, (damn the northshore and sucky towers) she was besides herself. I finally got a hold of her and assured her that we were fine and going to the apartment to see what happened. Well, the laundrymat had an electrical fire and the firemen broke through the front door and opened up every window in the apartment. thankfully we had no fire or smoke damage, just the busted door, my curtain rod was ripped off the wall, and strangley enough my favorite tinkerbell figure is broken :(
All in all we were very lucky. My next door neighbor was not as lucky, they had to blow out her windows and pull up the floorboards. She will need extensive work done on her apt. We had no electricity for several hours, but that's back now, hence my ability to write this and we will have no gas for at least a week. I don't cook, so it's doesn't matter.