@$%# smoke detector!

This morning at about 2 am I was sound asleep (with my sideways children) and I was awakened to the sound of a slow steady beep....beep.....beep. It was the sound of the smoke detector slowly dying and needing a new battery. So I got up and went to have a conversation with the stupid thing.
First I had to find a ladder as the detector is so inconveniently located on the ceiling. I get the step ladder set up and climb it, just to realize I am standing under the wrong smoke detector because a beep emits from the other side of the house, "@#$% !". So I  haul the step ladder, bumping into junk because it is dark, and I set it up under the right detector. The conversation went something like this, "Really?! I have been home ALL day, have not left the house for one minute, and you want to beep now? Do you know what time it is?!" The detector had nothing to say for itself except....beep.
Well, the ladder gets me to about four inches of reaching the thing.

So here I was dangerously jumping up and down on the ladder swatting at the traitor battery. I finally reach it and the 9 volt battery flies across the hallway.

We have no more 9 volt batteries so I guess I will have to buy another one. So the detector still looks like this:

I need to get another one very soon if I keep cooking like this:

I got distracted cooking the fries. My friend Karen asked me if I was playing Lego: Pirates of the Carribean when the fries burnt. No, I was not. I am not that irresponsible. I was looking at You Tube, trying to figure out how to play Lego: Pirates of the Carribean.......not the same thing.

On a side note, we are bored today.

Chase