If a cow can burn down Chicago…

Joey & I spent last night in Big Timber.  We made a cozy fire in the wood-burning stove and went to bed just as it seemed to go out.  I awoke with terrible cramps around 3AM (yes, I am blogging this!) and couldn’t get back to bed.  And what luck because after I had been up for about a half hour I began to smell roasted marshmallows.  After a number of investigations with Joe (who was now awake) we discovered that the wall seemed to be on fire from within.  This entailed numerous trips to the outside of the house carrying pots filled with water while Joey pulled the siding off, trying to find the problem.  We just couldn’t figure out where the fire was, although we found plenty of smoke!  After some deliberation we buckled down and called the fire department.  As they arrived most gave a shout of “Joey Sinnott!” before commencing work.  Many of them introduced themselves to me with a “class of 0’…”-  gotta love a small town!  A few neighbors peered at the action from their windows.  The fire was put out before it really started and the house thankfully was spared.  I would like to think that my womanly intuition was in high gear, alerting us of impending danger the only way it knew how!