On Friday night, Brandon and I had just gotten our chips and salsa at the mexican restaurant of choice, when my cell phone rang. Seeing that it was my sister, I answered it. Straight to the point, she asked, "Are y'all alright?"
"As far as I know. Why?" She laughed and reported to an unknown group that we were fine.
"Oh, because of the fires. We heard about them on the news."
"Yeah, those are like, 60 miles away from us-" My mom beeped in. I thought about answering her call by shrieking "IT BURNS!!! HEEEELP" or something equally cruel and insensitive, but I decided to be nice. After all, I already moved 2,500 miles away from my mom. She doesn't need any more trouble.

It's sweet that they worry about me, it is. And I know exactly why they don't know that the fires are a good distance away. I figured it out when I was home last Christmas, and there were floods in southern California. The news didn't announce that there were floods in Orange and San Diego counties. The news didn't even say there were floods in southern California. It just said that there was heavy flooding in California. For crying out loud, Alabama newscasters. California isn't Rhode Island. It's huge, and it's safe to say that the whole state isn't suffering from a flood. Or fires. Unless it gets really bad. And in that case, feel free to give me a call, and I'll try not to be insensitive.