My recent Current Obsession is getting together a bunch of rag-tag
homeless people renters, piling into my car, barging down the backyard fences of friends who have fire pits and forcing them to build us a fire. Tonight marked the third successful week of surprise fire-bombing by the Surprise Fire Brigade, of which I am the proud President.
This week somebody puked (Jude, 9, -- too many marshmallows), somebody found the perfect puke shovel and cleaned it all up (me), somebody climbed an unclimbable tree (Adam, after Jude offered to pay him 1 CENT), somebody drove to the store at my bidding just to pick up all the stuff needed for S'mores (Khia), somebody avoided telling anybody their name (Josh's dad), somebody proved she was taller than anybody else (Hauve), and somebody else learned how to strike the perfect male-model pose (Kasey).
Do you have a fire pit? Do you live in Minneapolis? Watch out. You could be next.