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Beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . .

That's the sound of the smoke detector -- which I can't reach, even when standing on my tippy-toes at the top of the step ladder -- in Sam's room letting me know that the battery needs changing.

It. Is driving. Me. Insane.

Beep . . . beep . . . beep . . .

Posted 27 April 2005 at 04:59 PM