Music Monday

You can go here to read about my weekend.

And now, for a song that always makes me sad when I hear it.

Comments

dgm said…
Man, I'm glad you're okay. I was thinking of you this weekend. How scary! Sometimes I think we'd be better off if the news didn't announce that we were expecting severe Santa Ana conditions because it's like hanging a big old steak around our necks while we wait for the dogs to come out.

Alright, that was kind of a stupid analogy, but you know what I'm sayin'.

Stay safe!
10:39 AM
Autumn's Mom said…
I'm glad all is ok now. I was just thinking this weekend how lucky I was to be living in CA and wearing capris and flip flops in November. Your situation is one of the definite down sides. Hugs
1:28 PM
J said…
Oh, how scary! And scary to have your husband there, too. I've heard that houses with an owner there with the hose tend to be the ones that survive...the owner is focused on hosing down his own house, whereas the firefighters have a bigger fish to fry, you know?

So I can see why Hubba stayed. But I'm glad he didn't get trapped there. That would really scare me.
5:12 PM
dr sardonicus said…
You continue to prove my impression that Southern California is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. Glad you and your family are safe tonight.
8:02 PM
Steph said…
How scary. Glad that you are all safe!
10:41 AM
Patois42 said…
So very frightening. I'm glad it's all worked out for you and yours. I'm sure it's going to be hard-going for many nearby. God, I love California, but...
10:35 PM
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