I Now Pronounce You ‘Brain & Brain.’

Moral of the story listen to spouse brain.

The Byronic Man

I’ve decided that the courts need to not only allow, but perhaps even mandate, brains to marry one another.

Why? Because of smoke alarm batteries.

That isn’t clear? Oh. Let me explain.

The other night, right about 3am, a battery in one of our smoke alarms went out. So, of course, it began its beeping, once every 30 seconds or so. After penetrating my dreams, waking me, and getting me up, I raced about the house, every shrill beep being the one that might wake the baby.

BEEP! Race to a part of the house. Wait. BEEP! Race to another part of the house. Wait. BEEP! Back to the previous part of the house, rip down smoke alarm and pull out the battery like I’m a barbarian pulling the heart from a defeated foe. Wait. BEEP! Damn! Race to other part of the house…

Your reign of terror is over, Smoke Alarm!  ...Do you smell smoke? Your reign of terror is over…

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