Irony

Sunday afternoon one of my best friends came over to pick up her daughter. We were just sitting down for lunch when she arrived, so she decided to start unloading my dishwasher. I told her she didn't have to do that and she joked that someone had to! I smiled and suggested that perhaps she should just move in with me and she could do all my housework. We laughed, hung out for a while, and she went home an hour or so later.

As she neared her house, she saw that her street was blocked off by fire trucks and ambulances... Her house was on fire. I have spent the last two nights cleaning to make room for her and her family to stay with us as needed over the next several months while her house is rebuilt.

And if that weren't enough, in the process of cleaning my stepson's room, I found pieces of burned paper.

Life is strange sometimes.