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Smoke Detectors are Like Puppies
Feb. 12th, 2009 01:46 pmIf one starts squealing, they all do. And if one of the little monsters runs out of batteries, they pull together as a community to make unspeakable metallic droning noises. They're all wired together and into our house's power supply (the batteries are just the auxiliary supply) so even removing the batteries entirely doesn't stop them and for this, I had lovely dreams of murdering the man who built our house. So, the week before last, the smoke detectors all started informing me that one among their number had run out of batteries, and with Mom out of town and me not allowed to use the ladder on account of my parents' hearts, it was left to my limited authority to poke and prod my dad into making them stop. Did I mention they started their party in the middle of the night while I was in bed with my dogs?
Smoke Detectors: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Fish: The what, huh?
Smoke Detectors: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Yo-Yo: The smoke detectors, they are dangerous, must bark at them until they flee in terror!
Ziggy: Yo-Yo, I will bite you if you don't shut up-
Liam (one of Mom's dog's): *whimpers piteously*
Smoke Detectors: We just want love!
Fish: DADDYYYYYYY!
Now, Dad knows perfectly well that I never call him "Daddy" unless I want something. Or if I break something. In this case, I made him run down to the twenty-four hour pharmacy while I babysat the six hysterical dogs. It took him several hours and multiple stores before he had enough batteries, my brave brave Daddy.
Of course, that happened two weeks ago, you say, so what have I been doing since? Well, on Friday, I had two allergy induced seizures in a row (the strange Fish sort) and since I hadn't had any out side my doctor's office prior to those in four years, that was big. I spent friday and the weekend in a drugged haze (medically necessary yes, but the effect is the same) and then I went into another reaction Monday morning when I stopped taking the stuff so I could go to class. That's when I realized it was the stuff Dad was using while he remodeled the bathroom that triggered it. So I've moved into my grandmother's for a while, and spent Monday and Tuesday stuffed full of more drugs.
Then yesterday I went to class again, and the campus had that wet hay smell it gets in the winter when the grass stops growing, everything had just a little bit of snow on it, and I felt okay again.
Oh, and I wrote and submitted more stories. That makes up for blog silence, yes? And I have adopted the word "senticous" (prickly or thorny) from SaveTheWords.org. Please help me save my new baby!
Smoke Detectors: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Fish: The what, huh?
Smoke Detectors: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Yo-Yo: The smoke detectors, they are dangerous, must bark at them until they flee in terror!
Ziggy: Yo-Yo, I will bite you if you don't shut up-
Liam (one of Mom's dog's): *whimpers piteously*
Smoke Detectors: We just want love!
Fish: DADDYYYYYYY!
Now, Dad knows perfectly well that I never call him "Daddy" unless I want something. Or if I break something. In this case, I made him run down to the twenty-four hour pharmacy while I babysat the six hysterical dogs. It took him several hours and multiple stores before he had enough batteries, my brave brave Daddy.
Of course, that happened two weeks ago, you say, so what have I been doing since? Well, on Friday, I had two allergy induced seizures in a row (the strange Fish sort) and since I hadn't had any out side my doctor's office prior to those in four years, that was big. I spent friday and the weekend in a drugged haze (medically necessary yes, but the effect is the same) and then I went into another reaction Monday morning when I stopped taking the stuff so I could go to class. That's when I realized it was the stuff Dad was using while he remodeled the bathroom that triggered it. So I've moved into my grandmother's for a while, and spent Monday and Tuesday stuffed full of more drugs.
Then yesterday I went to class again, and the campus had that wet hay smell it gets in the winter when the grass stops growing, everything had just a little bit of snow on it, and I felt okay again.
Oh, and I wrote and submitted more stories. That makes up for blog silence, yes? And I have adopted the word "senticous" (prickly or thorny) from SaveTheWords.org. Please help me save my new baby!
