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.
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?
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.
Hubby: Now what?
Me: My pink hat!
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.