Because we are planning to renovate our kitchen, we have put off installing a new fan for our oven. So, (Aghhh ... It's going off again! Be right back!)
Okay. I'm back. So, every time Larry broils a piece of meat, he opens the back door and takes his post beneath the smoke alarm, holding a broom to swat the smoke away. When the alarm sounds, I sprint down the stairs to the front door, open it, shut it, open it shut it, open it, shut it, fanning the fumes until the alarm stops. It's a wonderful exercise in (Holy crap! It's going off again! Be right back!)
I'm back. It's a wonderful exercise in teamwork. A precious time for spousal bonding. (Oh. My. God ... it doesn't usually happen this many times ... berightback.)
Okay. I'm back.
And Larry is in no mood to bond.