Monday, March 21, 2011

Stories from the Reeves Household.

Just got this email from my mom. Not even surprising.

"I’m trying to finish up stripping the last of the wallpaper from the wall behind our bed in the master bedroom and I’m up on the ladder getting the pieces off the wall above the door and all of the sudden the fire alarm goes off.  I wait a few seconds thinking if I move away from the fire alarm that’s on the ceiling it will stop.  When it doesn’t, I go down stairs to the alarm box and hit buttons trying to make it stop.  The sound is so loud I know all the neighbors are wondering what’s going on.  I can’t make it stop, so now I have to find the manual which is mixed up in all the other manuals in the lower kitchen drawer under your junk drawer.  The phone rings and I think it’s the alarm company but it’s some guy wanting dad.  I tell him he’s not here and hang up.  I go back to the manual trying to find the page that deals with resetting the alarm and the phone rings again….it’s the same man this time wanting to leave a message for dad.  I tell him I’m in an emergency situation and have to hang up.  I go back to the book, finally realize I have to put my “code” in and hit enter.  I do this and the alarm stops sounding.  The phone rings again..this time it’s someone wanting to do a market research.  Urg!  I go back upstairs to go back to stripping.  Up on the ladder I go, only to start hearing the sounds of the fire engines coming down the street.  I can see from our bedroom windows that the fire truck and emergency EMT is stopping in front of our house.

How embarrassing!!!!   All I could say is…um….sorry."

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