So, there I was, luxuriating in the extra 45 minutes or so of sleep that define my Wednesdays. Aaahh… isn’t it great to

RING RING

Ugh… phone… probably Heather with some PC problem… “Hello?” “BEEEP” “BEEEP” click as I hang up the phone. I assume that this is some machine that calls up, to see when I’m home so that telemarketers can call.

Aaahh, back to bed. Let’s see if those identical twins have changed into their lingerie yet…Oh, it looks like they have. Well girls

RING RING

You’ve gotta be kidding me. Well, might be important.

BEECLICK*

Same machine, AGAIN! Not 5 minutes later!

If that phone rings one more time I’m going to throw it out the bloody window.

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP*

Yep - at that exact moment, my roommate set off the fire alarm in the suite.