I was just starting to kneed an Italian bread dough.
Laurel was banging on pots and pans with a wooden spoon and expressing her displeasure in the fact that we were inside.
And then an alarm went off. Thinking it was the smoke alarm, I began to wave my dish towel in front of it, but it didn't seem to help. I stood on a chair and took the cover off to discover there is no battery inside. The alarm continued to beep, causing me to panic.
I frantically tried to figure out where it was coming from. I even called Jon at work, and when he answered I practically yelled, "Where are our other smoke alarms?"
He calmly reminded me that we have a carbon monoxide detector in the living room. Sure enough, the beeps were coming from it.
We evacuated and called 911.
Two fire trucks later, they determined that all is well.
But now my bread dough doesn't look as if it is going to rise.
2 comments:
Looks like you had a fun visit with some nice looking firemen, tho' Laurel doesn't look like she's too sure about it all.
Whoa!
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