So last night, the carbon monoxide detector beeped. I have a HUGE fear of carbon monoxide. I mean, I'm sure it's a calm way to go and all but I'm not really up for dying just yet.
PS. I googled carbon monoxide and the third result was how to kill myself. That's delightful eh?
Anyway, it beeped three times, so of course I ran to it to look at it. The light that is normally green was red. Uh oh. I assumed it meant a battery issue but it's plugged in. Does it have a backup battery pack? I don't know. I can't open it up. There are no screws, there are however two arrows, one pointing north and one pointing east...so that does me no good. I unplugged it and replugged it. No change. So I stayed up for a few extra hours to make sure I didn't start feeling any of the symptoms I learned about in my previous google search. I didn't so I opened all the windows and turned on all the fans and went to bed. I still didn't sleep very well what with my need to have a hand on T's stomach all night.
I think we need to see if they sell these monitors at the BX, you know, ones with English instruction manuals. That would be handy.
I should also really look up how to call 911. And how to use our escape hatches. And keep my phone charged.
Josh gets an F too by the way. He's going to the ball tonight with his medals held together with double sided tape and superglue. He's always mounted his medals himself, but because he has more this year they are supposed to overlap which means we should have had them professionally mounted. Oops. He'll probably get in some trouble for that oversight. I told him he has free reign to blame me somehow. I'm a good wife like that.
It's basically my only redeeming quality today. I'm going to go email our housing agency now to see if they can tell me what's wrong with our detector.
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