It's 2:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning. We woke up to the shrill beeping sound of our carbon monoxide detector. Actually, I had not even gone to sleep yet since I was up watching, "Terms of Endearment" on Netflix (aka, an insomniacs best friend), and had just laid down at around 1:00. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest when the alarm went off.
Not knowing exactly what to do, we called our trusty fire department. They just came out to check for gas levels in our home, but their detector was not functioning properly. They're going to run back to the station to see if they have another one in working order.
In the mean time, my husband is driving to our 24 hour Wal-Mart to buy a new CO detector to plug in and see if it beeps as well.
Forrest is suppose to perform the music special in church tomorrow morning, in both the early and late services. The first service begins bright, and very early at 8:00 a.m. Looks like we may not be getting much sleep tonight.
I hate to say this, but I really wish I had a canary!