And suddenly, a smoke detector sounds upstairs…. Oh, no… her casserole for work tomorrow – casseroleS, actually – is burning… she’s not going to be happy about that… And then another smoke detector sounds in the living room… and then at the top to the stairs… and then right outside my door… all within ten seconds of the first one sounding.
Ugh… okay, guess I’m helping out on this one. I grab a sweatshirt top by my door and head into the hall, waving it at the smoke detector as I open the front door, allowing the cool, clear air to swoosh into the house that suddenly smells very strongly of corn casserole. She is yelling something upstairs. What was that? ‘Something’s burning,’? Well, yeah, that makes sense – the smoke detectors are all going off… and you’re baking something… did you forget about that? Man, she really IS tired… As I fan the smoke detector with my top, I swing the front door back and forth a bit to encourage the air flow to move the “smokey” air away from the smoke detector – fyi, there’s no visible smoke to be found down here. I hear here shouting something about not being able to get something open. The oven? A window, possibly… probably… Suddenly, I mentally halt: I was about to go shower, when the alarms started going off, so I’m standing here in a tank top (no bra) and underwear, for any passers-by to see. 😛
I continue my fanning, but now laughing along with my fanning.
When the alarms finally quit, – suddenly and all together – I head upstairs to see what’s going on. And then I realize that she was shouting at the smoke detectors before, telling them that there’s no smoke anywhere (as opposed to telling me that something was burning). That makes much more sense. It’s also ironically funny. No smoke to be found, but the whole neighborhood could think that something’s about to burn down, from the sound.