Today I cleaned my room, and the bathroom, and maybe even part of the kitchen. If you know me at all, you know that means that I was planning on having company.

I met up with this company downtown, while I was there for the 6th Annual Guac Off and then some sidewalk swing dancing to help promote Midtown Stomp! It was nice. We went and got a cocktail while hopefully more dancers showed up. I mean, we only had one male lead, wtf boys

Since we had two cars downtown, this guest and I drove separately back to my place. I was kind of rushing to make sure that I had cleaned everything that I wanted to be clean, and then I saw a distraction.

About 1/3 of a mile away from my house, I noticed that there was a fire on someone’s lawn. There was another car pulling over, and I could tell that they would take care of it, but I wasn’t ok to just let that be it. I pulled over too, and the woman who was already on the lawn unscrewing the sprinkler from the hose, tossed it to me as she went to turn it on.

I got all the obviously hot spots put out and then covered the rest of the area decently. The lawn does seem pretty dry, so we figure that some idiot had flicked their cigarette out of their window and it caught.

So basically, I’m totes a hero and I’m really glad that Matt is quitting smoking so I don’t have to guilt him with how terrible smoking obviously is based only on this story. It’s not just about the individual’s health and the gross smell folks, it’s also for neighbor’s lawns.

Smokey says.

Everything is good now and if it weren’t for the slight campfire smell I got from standing so close to it, I would probably have forgotten all about it. (Remember that company?)

Oh, and I haven’t even mentioned yet that I did all of this in glitter heels? Totes did. Again, badass.