Well people it happened!  Hubby and I set up a Fire Contingency Plan last week and BAM! We woke up to fire alarms going off this morning… and sadly my plan did not quite go as… well as planned.

BBBBEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPP

Me: who… Whas happening?!

Hubby: FIRE ALARM!

Me: I’M UP!!!

Hubby: Great now put some pants on.

Me: Babe it’s a fire! There’s no time for pants!!

Hubby: Honey, there’s always time for pants.

Me: Where’s CIA Cat?!

Hubby: Under the bed, good luck with that.  I’m getting my laptop.

Me: (on hands and knees by the bed) Where’s my little snookie, there you are, who’s a good kitty? Wanna be a sweety and come out for mommy?

CIA Cat: HHHHIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSS!

Me: … ok so that’s the way it’s gonna be. BABE! Where’s my ski gloves!!

Hubby: They should be in the hall closet, which means they’re probably on the floor in the bedroom.

Me: Why do you always insinuate I’m slop… never mind.

Hubby: Found them on the floor, didn’t ya?

Me: Okay sweety come to mommy… HEY NO BITING! OW BAD, BAD KITTY! Ha Victory, she’s in the carrier, let’s go!

Hubby: Hold on

Me: What? Why?

Hubby: I can’t find my other sock.

Me:… Babe really?

Hubby: What?

Me: A fire inferno could be racing down the hall towards us and you’re searching for a matching sock! You wanna die for a sock?

Hubby: Drama much?

Me: Goodbye honey, it was nice being married to you.

Hubby: FINE, I’m coming.

Me: WAIT!

Hubby: Now what?

Me: My pink hat!

Hubby: Seriously?

Me: SHIT, it’s in the carrier with CIA Cat… I don’t think she’s gonna let me have it.

Hubby: Come on, we’re leaving.

(outside watching the fire trucks pull up)

Me: I can’t believe I screwed up the fire contingency plan.

Hubby: Ya we got safely out of the apartment, with the cat, and all our important papers, but you’re not wearing your pink hat so it’s a complete fail.

Me: I know… Epic Pink Hat Fail

Hubby: Way to have your priorities straight.

Me: Bite me sock boy.

Actual image of a pissed off CIA Cat sitting on my hat