Thor

Once again, I stayed up too late. I took my plate to put it in the dishwasher, but there was no room in the rack, so it was time to run the dishwasher. The dishwasher is a portable, so it needed to be moved over to the sink. I gave it a tug, but it didn't move. A stronger tug was needed. It was given, it moved. But it started hissing at me. Oh great, I ran over a snake.

All this took place at the same time. I looked down and realized I had moved my (gas) range. I hollered for Thor to evacuate; Thor showed up and the last thing I remember was a click.

Next thing I was laying on the other side of my neighbors fence, looking at a lady paramedic. She was asking if I hurt anywhere. I was tying to figure out why me foot was laying next to my head. She did her exam and noted that I had ten fingers (thumbs inclusive) and eight toes. I mumbled "that sounds about right." I checked out fine. She remove the shoe from in front of my face and put it on my foot.

The chief came over and was amazed that the house was right back on the foundation where it was before the explosion.

Explosion?

Oh yeah. The click was Thor lighting his torch to kill the snake. I think we got it.

'nite.

-JJ