Friday, December 17, 2010
Late last night we remembered that the firefighters would be coming around to check the sprinklers in the condo. They would begin at 7:00 am and on our floor. This translates to a stranger stepping into every room and even opening closet doors. My bedroom is not orderly enough, in my opinion, for my mother to enter let alone some stranger - though Prince Charming seems to forget that occasionally. So, anyway, we’re up at 7:00 this morning waiting for this to happen, when the fire alarm goes off. They warned us that it would be happening throughout the day, but we were surprised that it was the first thing they did. We figured it was used as a wake up call for everyone instead of having to pound on doors. Because the alarm is loud of course. Loud like a fire truck is actually in your front room. Loud like you fear your ears will begin to bleed. Well, they came, they saw, they left, and I went back to bed. The alarm went off again several more times. Funny thing is, snuggled under my duvet, I was still able to fall back asleep. That probably isn't such a good thing should an actual alarm sound…
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
It's a bad sign when your husband asks you if you have plans for the day or if anyone is coming over today simply because you dressed in something other than lounge pants and a T-shirt - or a house coat, depending on the mood. It isn't as if I'm not accomplishing things, I just do it in a more casual, comfortable, can't-answer-the-door-in-this manner. Nothing wrong with that. Right?