"Are you already trying to burn down my house?!"

Well last night was eventful...or that may not even be the right word.

I was cooking dinner for myself before Daniel comes home Friday, something only I eat and I don't have to hear him whine about it, ( love you hunny). I was actually kind of excited about it because lets face it I haven't had a solid meal in a week or so just because I have been so busy.

Well I am half way done cooking and all of the sudden the fire smoke detector goes off...so I go try to fan it thinking its just mal functioning...well I see that a tiny red light where the carbon monoxide detector is, is blazing red...detecting carbon monoxide. So I freak out, go get my trustee neighbors, they don't know what to do.

So I call housing, line is consumed with "mass amount of callers" due to storm damage that happened...last Wednesday. So they suggested if serious enough call 911. So I debated...so 911 looked like my best choice. Because that alarm can mean serious business if accurate so I didn't want to mess around.

So hear comes the fire truck...all dressed up in uniform...sirens blazing...embarassing doesn't even touch it.

BUT to my defense there WAS a problem. I have a faulty oven that wasn't properly lighting (it's gas). So instead of lighting properly it was putting out unsafe amounts of carbon monoxide. So it was a good thing that I called, and I didn't feel like a total idiot after all.

So all is well this morning...my oven is fixed, I have a new smoke detector and carbon detector and I feel safe again.

I told my neighbor to send a picture of the fire trucks to Daniel....he calls me like any good husband and says" Are you already trying to burn down the house?!"

Well as I said all is well and my house is all in one piece and so am I :)