call 9-1-1

i'm home for one day and all heck breaks loose. i was sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden these crazy blaring siren sounds which i can only describe as something like what one might hear on the island of sirenum scopuli.

suddenly everyone is running about. dad is climbing on some ladder to look at the screaming circle thing on the ceiling. there's no smoke around, so nobody's particularly worried . . . until . . .

dad tells everyone to get out of the house immediately. next thing you know he's on the phone to some people called 9-1-1. must be some new hip band like maroon 5 or take 5 or maybe the jackson 5.

before you know it this big red truck with bright lights trying to do it's best impression of the sound coming from our house pull up. 4 firepeople jump out, 3 big burly dudes and this rather petite dudette. of course the captain tells the dudette to stay outside with us (by then we had all evacuated) . . . i mean come on now, is that classic sexism or what? put the chick in the position to soothe the crazy people and let the men go after the all the adventure.

of course, mom notices that after more than a year in the house, she finally has her first neighbor sighting as they wring their nosey little necks around the corner to see what all the fun is about.

after 15 minutes or so, the dudes come back out. turns out that sure enough, dad actually read the silly alarm correctly . . . carbon monoxide . . . but luckily it turns out just to be a faulty sensor. all this fuss for nothin . . . i guess that's better than having it been for somethin.