For everyone that like an Ensign story.

So people like stories like that.  Although I believe they are the exception to the rule--The happily ever after miraculous type stories.  Most of the time you suddenly realized that you may have just lived through something kind of hard, and you think wow, huh, I guess I did that.

But here's the Ensign story.
As the firefighters were running in and out of the house,  I turned and said to Scott, "Babe, the load that was drying in there was all our garments."  I actually kind of chuckled, thinking, Do I have enough regular underwear to get through the next couple of days until we got new ones.?  Scott said, "I have no bottoms in my drawer, they must have all been in that load."  Oh, well what do you do.
When we came back inside to view the damage it was significant.  And the whole basement smelt like smoke.  However, when I opened up the dryer to see how crispy the garments were, They were not. They were tinted grayish in color, but they still smelled like tide.

I was teasing John, that if he had been downstairs reading his scriptures like normal, we may have caught the it sooner.  And he said, "Yep and I would have started singing, The Spirit of God like a  . . . .
Ha!