My incredibly nice sister drove all the way from Georgia to Texas the morning after our fire to help out. She was invaluable in the not-so-fun task of sorting through the burned apartment to salvage what could be saved.
After we had been pitching things for a while, we found a way to have a little fun. The kitchen, like most of the apartment was very smoke and water damaged and was going to need to be gutted. In the cupboards we found bags of flour, baking soda, etc that were of course, no longer good for human consumption. They were good however, for letting off a little steam. Here is my sister having a ball throwing cornstarch into the air and making a grand mess even messier.