The Ballad of Kristn and the Smoke Alarm-A Shower Story
So I woke up and no one was home, right?
Thought to myself, "Sweet. I kan take a shower with the door open and blare the stereo with my music lit CD's from last semester."
I was in the shower for a few minutes, and about 3/4 of the way through Berlioz's "Dream of a Witches' Sabbath" I realized that I'd forgotten to take the shaving kream into the shower with me. I'd have to klimb out, dripping wet, to get it out of the kabinet. Started rinsing off the soap I already had on my body when...the final strain of the movement began. (You know, with all the cellos and stuff...) RIGHT when that sektion started, however, I heard this high pitched sound that made me first wonder if I'd blown the speakers. I decided it wasn't that kause it was still working otherwise. Then I thought, "God. That is a REALLY ANNOYING and senseless piccolo part that I don't remember from listening before." Knowing the piece better than most, I snapped myself out of that thought, as it was not true. I woke myself up enough to understand the scientific explanation: the steam from my hot shower had seeped out the door, and straight to our trusty family smoke alarm in the hall. It was skreaming and flashing the little red light thingy at me as I poked my head out of the shower kurtain to make sure it was true.
I jumped out, all drippy and bunk, grabbed my towel, and wrapped it around me. Standing on the floor in the hall, I got the full effekt of my shortness. Holding the towel with one hand, I raised the other and jumped to try and grab it off the wall.
To no avail.
Thinking quickly, I shimmied to the back door where I found the insanely konvenient stepladder. (at this tyme, Polonaise in A flat major by Chopin was playing) Drug it to ground zero, unfolded, and snatched the ear-splitting madness generator. Still on the ladder, I fumbled in the dark to fynd a way to shut it off. Diskovering that I kouldn't, I took it into my room and pushed anything that looked like a button. It finally ceased, and I heard the sweet sound of Chopin through my ringing ears. Put it down onto my bed (away from the bathroom) and walked back into the bathroom.
I left the ladder out to put away when I was decent, and grabbed the shaving kream on the way back into the shower. I wholeheartedly enjoyed more works by Chopin, Schumann, Lizst, and Wagner while I finished my showering/drying/ladder put-awaying escapades.
On a different note, there was not a single baptist as far as the eye kould see at work last nite. We were going to intercept their proverbial pass of bringing a busload to our store by bringing Kristn in...but the bomb was never dropped. Kan we say "Lying sacks of Jesus-fearing shit"? ha. Just kidding. Whatever. I got off a few minutes early bekause of it, but I still got stuck in the parking lot while the drive thru was backed up.
After work, I just went to get Lis and went to Bob's. Which was harder than it sounds, kause Bob had a kraving for Burger King (where I went to pick him up a Whopper and saw our friendly neighborhood Dancing Guy from LaRosa's), and there's konstruktion on Grand Avenue. I was ready to go pick Jess up, but I got the red light from Lis. Turns out she kouldn't kome out after all. :( We didn't have party of the century, though. We only ended up dancing a bit and the rest of the night was spent goin to the gas station looking for beef jerky and Sheila. lol.
Aiight. Now I've gotta go get ready for work. I was kalled in early for tonite last nite along with the bogus Baptist Shift kall-in. So yippee! I get to work 2-7. They better give me a break, kause I predikt hunger by 6. Let's see what goes downe on this Friday night. (Kause last nite, it looked that as if there WOULD'VE been a rush, there was so much not done we would've been insane. And it's a good thing I kame, kause I got some of their shit done. But that's a horse of a different kolor.)
I hate it when I'm feeling motivated to be all kreative then I have to go to work and be a robot for an evening. I hope I'm working with kewl people tonite.
Thought to myself, "Sweet. I kan take a shower with the door open and blare the stereo with my music lit CD's from last semester."
I was in the shower for a few minutes, and about 3/4 of the way through Berlioz's "Dream of a Witches' Sabbath" I realized that I'd forgotten to take the shaving kream into the shower with me. I'd have to klimb out, dripping wet, to get it out of the kabinet. Started rinsing off the soap I already had on my body when...the final strain of the movement began. (You know, with all the cellos and stuff...) RIGHT when that sektion started, however, I heard this high pitched sound that made me first wonder if I'd blown the speakers. I decided it wasn't that kause it was still working otherwise. Then I thought, "God. That is a REALLY ANNOYING and senseless piccolo part that I don't remember from listening before." Knowing the piece better than most, I snapped myself out of that thought, as it was not true. I woke myself up enough to understand the scientific explanation: the steam from my hot shower had seeped out the door, and straight to our trusty family smoke alarm in the hall. It was skreaming and flashing the little red light thingy at me as I poked my head out of the shower kurtain to make sure it was true.
I jumped out, all drippy and bunk, grabbed my towel, and wrapped it around me. Standing on the floor in the hall, I got the full effekt of my shortness. Holding the towel with one hand, I raised the other and jumped to try and grab it off the wall.
To no avail.
Thinking quickly, I shimmied to the back door where I found the insanely konvenient stepladder. (at this tyme, Polonaise in A flat major by Chopin was playing) Drug it to ground zero, unfolded, and snatched the ear-splitting madness generator. Still on the ladder, I fumbled in the dark to fynd a way to shut it off. Diskovering that I kouldn't, I took it into my room and pushed anything that looked like a button. It finally ceased, and I heard the sweet sound of Chopin through my ringing ears. Put it down onto my bed (away from the bathroom) and walked back into the bathroom.
I left the ladder out to put away when I was decent, and grabbed the shaving kream on the way back into the shower. I wholeheartedly enjoyed more works by Chopin, Schumann, Lizst, and Wagner while I finished my showering/drying/ladder put-awaying escapades.
On a different note, there was not a single baptist as far as the eye kould see at work last nite. We were going to intercept their proverbial pass of bringing a busload to our store by bringing Kristn in...but the bomb was never dropped. Kan we say "Lying sacks of Jesus-fearing shit"? ha. Just kidding. Whatever. I got off a few minutes early bekause of it, but I still got stuck in the parking lot while the drive thru was backed up.
After work, I just went to get Lis and went to Bob's. Which was harder than it sounds, kause Bob had a kraving for Burger King (where I went to pick him up a Whopper and saw our friendly neighborhood Dancing Guy from LaRosa's), and there's konstruktion on Grand Avenue. I was ready to go pick Jess up, but I got the red light from Lis. Turns out she kouldn't kome out after all. :( We didn't have party of the century, though. We only ended up dancing a bit and the rest of the night was spent goin to the gas station looking for beef jerky and Sheila. lol.
Aiight. Now I've gotta go get ready for work. I was kalled in early for tonite last nite along with the bogus Baptist Shift kall-in. So yippee! I get to work 2-7. They better give me a break, kause I predikt hunger by 6. Let's see what goes downe on this Friday night. (Kause last nite, it looked that as if there WOULD'VE been a rush, there was so much not done we would've been insane. And it's a good thing I kame, kause I got some of their shit done. But that's a horse of a different kolor.)
I hate it when I'm feeling motivated to be all kreative then I have to go to work and be a robot for an evening. I hope I'm working with kewl people tonite.