We Didn't Start the Fire...

I would say that last week made for interesting blog fodder.  I was asked to leave a building,  I had a life size Edward Cullen cutout in my apartment for a few hours (sweet bliss), I enjoyed my first massage (heavenly bliss), and (drum roll please) I set the fire alarm off in our building.  This post will be dedicated to the last item on the list.

Eli is in love with pancakes, so I have been making them every morning for the last couple weeks.  Let's be honest, I am in love with pancakes, too.  And syrup.  Delicious, pancreas destroying syrup.  Mmmmmm....syrup.  What?  Oh yeah...this post.  Aaaanyway, I decided to make some sausage with our pancakes last Friday. 

So, cooking the pancakes, cooking the sausage.  Feeling so proud of my domesticity.  And then my pride was all, "dude, I'm here now, but guess what's coming next?"  I lifted the lid to the cooking sausage to discover they were starting to burn.  No problem, just take them off the heat...and we'll be okaBEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Our smoke detector went off.  No problem.  Except that our smoke detector tripped the building's fire alarm.  The BUILDING!  The alarm was going off in the whole building.  The dorm building that houses 200+ slumbering college students.  The fire alarm was going off at 8:30 in the morning, which is like 5:00 a.m. to college students, right?  Oh, and it's mid-January, so the weather outside was slightly frightful.

So Ben goes out and tries to get the alarm to shut off, but the smoke detector in our apartment was still detecting smoke, so he couldn't.  I should also mention that someone thought it would be a great idea to put a smoke detector two feet away from our stove. What the what?

Students, mid-REM sleep, are groggily filing out of the building into the blustery morning air (many of them wearing shorts), cursing me with their eyes.  At least that's how I felt.  In reality, though, nobody, aside from Ben, Eli and...THE POLICE CHIEF who was the first to respond to the alarm, knew it was because of me.  That's right...THE POLICE CHIEF.  Because friends, when an alarm goes off in a dorm building, the fire department is immediately notified. 

Oh, also, I'm in my pajamas with my sleepy face on.  It's really pretty.  You may have seen it when you passed gross road kill that one time...gross road kill and my morning face bear an uncanny resemblance.  Oh, and Eli is freaking out because something is making an ear-wrenching sound and it isn't him.

So then...the FIRE TRUCK PULLS UP!  So...to recap: students filing out of building at 8:30 a.m., police chief on scene, three maintenance guys on scene, sleepy road kill face on display, ear-splitting alarm going off, toddler terrified, fire truck on scene.

Luckily, Ben is on the fire department, so they all know us and thought it was funny.  Not haha funny, but your wife can't cook funny.  They just kind of laughed it off, the alarm was reset, students grumbled back into the building, and the burnt sausage was tossed in the trash.  Ben was super awesome about the whole thing.  However, I'm not expecting any friend requests from the residents in our building.