A neighbor invited me to MOPS this morning and the guest speaker was a fireman who scared the hell out of me and my lack of fire preparedness. He kept asking questions like "Who checks their smoke alarms every month?" and "Who practices their escape plan?" Of course, I was the dummy who never got to raise her hand. It's too bad he didn't ask questions like "What's the number for 911?" or "Who knows what a fire is?" because then I could have raised my hand. After feeling properly chastised, I went home and checked my smoke detectors and discovered that 3 out of 6 of them DIDN'T EVEN WORK. We're all gonna burn up. So, I headed up to Home Depot to exchange the cheap mailbox that wouldn't close for 8 new batteries, 2 fire ladders and 3 new smoke detectors because, as Dave the fire guy said, you can never have too many smoke detectors.
The fire drills start tomorrow.
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