It’s 7:00 am and there I am standing on a dining room chair, 8-months pregnant, broom in hand, cursing the gods of smoke alarms. In retrospect, my smoke alarm woes seem comical, but at that moment my kitchen smoke alarm had been on the fritz for 2 hours. Every 3 minutes and 24 seconds the kitchen alarm would sound off, triggering all other smoke alarms, filling my house with an orchestra of screeching...
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