"Is that powerline supposed to be on fire?"

That's what started all of this mornings commotion. As we walked from the house out to the car, Katie was the first to notice it. Her attention had been caught by the smoke blowing in the wind. The way the light caught it just right made it appear as if it were a giant spider web swinging back and forth. Thank God she sized up the pole or we might have never acknowledged the fire at the top.
"How do you know it's on fire?"
"Umm, well... there's flames. That was my first clue."
Within seconds my mom was pushing us back inside the house, crying about how it could blow up at any minute, and within minutes our yard was full of FPL trucks, firetrucks, and squad cars. I wasn't kidding when I said my life is like a TV show. This mornings episode, collapsing roofs,runaway pigs,flying fourwheelers, and the rest of this familys crazy dilemas are racing through my mind as I plan the pitch for a new sitcom: Life with the Merriams.