I sought refuge there from the shrill beep of the low battery in the smoke alarm that hangs at the highest point of my bedroom ceiling. I would love to change it. I REALLY REALLY Very much would like to change the damn thing. The problem is my bedroom ceilings are
Times like these Big Yankee, all 6 feet 5 inches of him, comes in very handy. Since he can't change a battery from 1231 miles away I had to create plan B. This consisted of me asking a slightly taller friend for assistance. We flexed our lady muscles (not THOSE lady muscles) and hauled in the 400 pound ladder. We also had to move furniture..massive furniture to even get the ladder in position. While I clung to the ladder
I fell asleep with the tv on to drown out the shrill beep. Oh who am I kidding, I fall asleep with the tv on every night. It eventually stopped around 1 am and was silent until Sunday night. And then the beeping resumed...EVERY. TWO. MINUTES. I tried sleeping with a pillow over my head but the pitch is just high enough to startle me awake EVERY. TWO. MINUTES.
I cannot be sleep deprived until the next tall person visits my house. I can't share the bottom bunk with wiggly StinkBug either. Dad is two hours away and shouldn't be climbing ladders. What's a chicken shit like me suppose to do?