"I'm Still Alive"

Well, No one died from the gas leak! And, as it turns out, there was no actual propane in the house, it was the odor stuff they put in the propane. Our tank was empty (unbeknown to us) and was sucking the smell out of the empty tank into the house. It's actually rather funny because we left all of our lights on that night when we left because when my parents were looking up the precautions to take when you have a gas leak it said not to turn lights on or off, and not to unplug anything. Of course, we unplugged our computer charger, hence the ability to write the post from that night. It was rather sad that it happened that particular night because I had just gotten home from Barnes & Noble with a book (which ended up costing waaay more than I thought it was) on the history of the Northern and Southern empires of China, and a Mandarin language kit. I was all ready to get down to business when I heard my Mom telling the boys that "Daddy is going to take care of it.", then she turns off the heater. First of all, I had been smelling something most of that day and thought it to be a dead mouse or something, so when I heard all of the commotion and bits and pieces of the conversation . . . it pretty much freaked me out. Anyway, we are safe! Praise the Lord! It's good to be in your house without the smell of propane . . .