Well, it finally got cold enough that we turned on the heater.  Around midnight, Bruce and I both woke up and decided we were cold, so he turned on the heater.  He also planted the evil thought by asking me where the carbon monoxide detector was.  Well, I couldn't remember.  That thing was always too heavy for it's prongs and wouldn't stay plugged in.  Yes, I know you should have them in more than one location in your house, but those things are expensive!  Anyway, I rolled over and went back to sleep.  I dreamed about finding the CO detector;  I dreamed about knocking on my neighbor's door at 1:00 in the morning, asking to borrow one.  I woke up at 1:00 am with a headache.  "Oh crap, I have a headache!  Now I have to worry about it!"  which of course, I did.  I got up and started looking all over the house for the CO detector.  I couldn't find it.  I was tired, so I laid back down, couldn't go to sleep.  So, telling myself that I'm a lunatic, I got up and drove to Wal-Mart at 1:45 am, going 70 mph.  I bet I looked a bit crazy with my make-up that I didn't bother to take off from the day before, smeared under my eyes, my hair sticking up everywhere, etc.  I was in good company though.  It really surprised me how many people there are in Wal-Mart at 2:00 am on a Saturday morning.  There was actually a longish line in the cigarette line.  I found that amusing through my foggy brain.  There were also some seriously freakish people there with the way gothic look going.  Piercings out the wazoo, gothic make-up even on the guy, gothic hair, etc.  Anyway, I walked to the CO detector aisle at top speed.  (I can walk 
really fast when I want to.  This stems from having long legs and from walking to school in jr high and high school always at least 10 minutes late).  I'm sure I looked absolutely mad.  I made it back home in 20 minutes total, plugged the thing in.  It didn't go off.  I went downstairs where the boy's bedroom is, plugged it in there.  No alarm.  Good, back to bed.  I still have a headache this morning, but the thing isn't beeping, so I guess I just need to snap out of it.
 
4 comments:
Suuuuuurrrrrre, sweetie, it's Bruce's fault ;)
Or maybe Mommies just need to do crazy things once in awhile, to get them out of their system.
that sounds like something i would do, lol! i thought i was the worry wart!
liz
This is one of the funniest things I have read in a long time! It is so something I would do, I'm extremely paranoid!
Bless your heart! I hope that you slept well the next night.
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