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The roof, the roof...
Jul. 31st, 2006 01:50 amI had no idea safety/rescue personnel would be so nice after being called to your house for a false alarm.
Per usual, the brood went to bed without taking off the TV downstairs or closing the windows or putting the g.d. alarm on. ALSO -added bonus this night- the water situation in the basement was left unattended. What water situation? well, the filter has taken it upon itself to spring a leak in the middle of a heatwave, so now we have to turn the main water switch on and off whenever we need to do anything. When I went in the basement the fam. had neglected to turn off the switch or empty the bucket catching the water so oops! water all over the floor. It was like a mini indoor water park down there. I dragged the bucket to the shower to empty it and tried to take off the water but it wasn't happening. Exasperated, I went upstairs and asked my father eversokindly to come and take care ofthe Bonnie Situation the water situation. His sleep be damned, I'm pretty sure he had something to do with the whole thing in the first place.
As he was downstairs hitting pipes with his slipper or whatever the hell he did to stop the water I was upstairs tidying the kitchen and putting the alarm on. The pad has been a bit iffy for a while and I guess I had a little more trouble using the opposables than usual because I somehow set off the fire alarm. I thought (key word there) I'd shut it off by pressing "OFF" on the alarm; then I headed up to my room to study? sleep? who knows (journal? it's what I'm doing now, right?). Through my window I heard the sound of sirens sloooooowly (and I mean slowly) coming closer. At first I figured it was something not here but, ah! glorious Doppler Effect!, a few minutes and a couple of visible flashing lights later I knew I had, in fact, NOT turned off the alarm. I ran downstairs and told the fireguys (off the truck already with axes in hand) that our alarm had malfunctioned. The chief was surprisingly cool with it. I suppose if you're a firefighter a false alarm is much better than a blaze, but I felt rather crappy about them having to come out at all. Turns out my brother was on the phone with his g-friend and either didn't hear or chose to ignore the beep that meant the alarm company was calling to see if our house was just blazin'.
It was a big batch of drama, with my mom popping out of her room very frazzled (she gets annoyingly short-tempered when she's frazzled), my dad yelling at my brother about getting off the damned phone (dude does have a point though - when your chick lives 20 minutes away you do not need to chat with her for hours on end at night), and my aunt calling a bit frantic because our alarm company had called her to tell her our house was on fire...and that led to mom and dad yelling at the brother unit some more. Things calmed down once they realized the house was, in fact, not burning, although when the cops showed up ten minutes later (NYPD - on time for doughnuts, tardy for most everything else 'round these here parts) the folks started grumbling at the bro again. I'm thinking his phone privileges will be cut in the near future.
I'm also thinking I should maybe be sleeping? The bad part about no water is that my only availa - you know, I was going to say my only available drink is my bottle of diet cream soda and that wasn't going to be helpful in the whole "fight dehydration" battle, but I remembered we have bottled water downstairs so yay! my kidneys are happy.
This entry brought to you by - sleep deprivation: it does a body good.
Per usual, the brood went to bed without taking off the TV downstairs or closing the windows or putting the g.d. alarm on. ALSO -added bonus this night- the water situation in the basement was left unattended. What water situation? well, the filter has taken it upon itself to spring a leak in the middle of a heatwave, so now we have to turn the main water switch on and off whenever we need to do anything. When I went in the basement the fam. had neglected to turn off the switch or empty the bucket catching the water so oops! water all over the floor. It was like a mini indoor water park down there. I dragged the bucket to the shower to empty it and tried to take off the water but it wasn't happening. Exasperated, I went upstairs and asked my father eversokindly to come and take care of
As he was downstairs hitting pipes with his slipper or whatever the hell he did to stop the water I was upstairs tidying the kitchen and putting the alarm on. The pad has been a bit iffy for a while and I guess I had a little more trouble using the opposables than usual because I somehow set off the fire alarm. I thought (key word there) I'd shut it off by pressing "OFF" on the alarm; then I headed up to my room to study? sleep? who knows (journal? it's what I'm doing now, right?). Through my window I heard the sound of sirens sloooooowly (and I mean slowly) coming closer. At first I figured it was something not here but, ah! glorious Doppler Effect!, a few minutes and a couple of visible flashing lights later I knew I had, in fact, NOT turned off the alarm. I ran downstairs and told the fireguys (off the truck already with axes in hand) that our alarm had malfunctioned. The chief was surprisingly cool with it. I suppose if you're a firefighter a false alarm is much better than a blaze, but I felt rather crappy about them having to come out at all. Turns out my brother was on the phone with his g-friend and either didn't hear or chose to ignore the beep that meant the alarm company was calling to see if our house was just blazin'.
It was a big batch of drama, with my mom popping out of her room very frazzled (she gets annoyingly short-tempered when she's frazzled), my dad yelling at my brother about getting off the damned phone (dude does have a point though - when your chick lives 20 minutes away you do not need to chat with her for hours on end at night), and my aunt calling a bit frantic because our alarm company had called her to tell her our house was on fire...and that led to mom and dad yelling at the brother unit some more. Things calmed down once they realized the house was, in fact, not burning, although when the cops showed up ten minutes later (NYPD - on time for doughnuts, tardy for most everything else 'round these here parts) the folks started grumbling at the bro again. I'm thinking his phone privileges will be cut in the near future.
I'm also thinking I should maybe be sleeping? The bad part about no water is that my only availa - you know, I was going to say my only available drink is my bottle of diet cream soda and that wasn't going to be helpful in the whole "fight dehydration" battle, but I remembered we have bottled water downstairs so yay! my kidneys are happy.
This entry brought to you by - sleep deprivation: it does a body good.
