Worrisome Phone Call

Today after church, my cell phone rang. John almost never calls from drill, and no one else ever calls me, so I thought it was John telling me something about his upcoming trip.

But No! It was our home alarm people telling me we had our alarm go off! Yipes! Since no one was home who could set it off, I authorized her to call out the sheriff. (Which was worrisome for another reason--we were 20 minutes from home but we beat the sheriff there. The response time is lousy!!) I spent the drive home praying, not knowing what we would find. Fire? Burglary? What?

We got home and nothing, absolutely nothing was wrong. We think ladybugs (we've had an invasion!) got on the red light on the motion sensor and set off the interior alarm. I canceled the sheriff.

So, this is what the boys did for me this afternoon while I sprayed all the exterior doors with bug spray to keep the new ladybugs out:

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Bryan sucking up the ladybugs while JT holds the vacuum cleaner high enough so the hose would reach. The ceiling is 10 feet tall at this point and Bryan is on a chair. Luci hid out in the master bedroom, covering her ears.

I Thought Someone Broke In

It's 1 am, and strange noises woke me up. Someone was in the basement--or so it seemed. I was scared! The alarm was not on, the first time ever we've gone to sleep without it being on. A burglar with good timing!

I turned on the alarm...John was fast asleep through it. At least, he looked like he was asleep. Turns out this morning he said he wasn't asleep, why didn't I tell him about the noises? Because he'd get up and check and it would be nothing (it always is).

There was a funny smell--not a bad smell, but nothing I could figure out. I went to Bryan's room to see if it was just him walking around the house, but he was fast asleep, too.

I sat on the couch with Luci, scared stiff, with the telephone right next to me.

This morning, Bryan admits to being awake when I went into his room--he was just playing 'possum. Turns out he found a frozen pizza and cooked it. No wonder I thought the "burglar" was an Italian.

I told Bryan that next time, he'd better wake up and talk to me.