228. Tilt-A-Whirls 229. Botox 230. Why no one has ever made a horror film based on the unpredictable complexity of smoke alarms and their enigmatic batteries and buttons and beeps and eardrum bursting sirens
And the fact that when the battery is dying, it is always in the middle of the night, when your husband is out of town and since it is a man thing to change a fire alarm battery, you cannot do it, it is just not in your feminine DNA, especially at 3 AM. And you are on a ladder, stabbing it with a screwdriver, because you have given that battery your best attempt and it is still beeping and now you are all out trying to murder a fire alarm that will just not die.
Or the fact that its ear piercing, get the neighbor calling 911 shriek is happening when the cookies have caught fire and you threw them in the sink and turned on the water. But that created steam which didn't help the situation. So here you are standing under the damn alarm fanning a dish towel back a forth.
Right?? As I read that last one, I heard my stupid smoke alarm chirping. I swear my husband has changed the STANKIN' battery hundreds of times! We live with the stupid thing chirping. It's like that Twitter bird lives on our ceiling. I loved your list!
One of my worst fears in childhood was that I would actually vomit while on the Tilt-A-Whirl and also --- where I grew up --- the A was capitalized and I found that menacing and wrong.
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And the fact that when the battery is dying, it is always in the middle of the night, when your husband is out of town and since it is a man thing to change a fire alarm battery, you cannot do it, it is just not in your feminine DNA, especially at 3 AM. And you are on a ladder, stabbing it with a screwdriver, because you have given that battery your best attempt and it is still beeping and now you are all out trying to murder a fire alarm that will just not die.
What were we talking about?
Or the fact that its ear piercing, get the neighbor calling 911 shriek is happening when the cookies have caught fire and you threw them in the sink and turned on the water. But that created steam which didn't help the situation. So here you are standing under the damn alarm fanning a dish towel back a forth.
Totally DITTO what Joann said! Every. frickin. time.
Hubby was on a ladder at 6:00am a few weeks back. Our alarms shout and scream, especially when I whack them with a broom. Like that helps?
Right?? As I read that last one, I heard my stupid smoke alarm chirping. I swear my husband has changed the STANKIN' battery hundreds of times! We live with the stupid thing chirping. It's like that Twitter bird lives on our ceiling. I loved your list!
ALWAYS the middle of the night!! Bizarre. I DO NOT understand it. Bastard smoke alarms.
Tilt-a-hurl.
(new blog, got caught)
One of my worst fears in childhood was that I would actually vomit while on the Tilt-A-Whirl and also --- where I grew up --- the A was capitalized and I found that menacing and wrong.
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