Hurry hurry get the firetucks - ding ding ding ding ding!

Last night Mike and I were again doing more taping for this show I keep talking about. It's actually becoming fun now that we're not terrified of the camera, we are used to people in our home and we feel like there is actually a point to what we are doing.
And, the other perk of this is that it requires us to do some taping minus Matty. And my sister has been kind enough to host a couple of sleepovers for Matthew on nights that we need to be in Toronto.
Last night was such a night.
When everyone left, Mike and I went on a late evening date which was pretty fun. We had pizza at 9:30! We just went to this little pizza place we love, and had a slice and chatted. Really, we rarely do this, we were starving, and it was fun. And, I even stayed up past my normal bed time!!!
Why?
Because Mike was going to drive me to work the next day which meant I got to sleep in till 6:30. In my world of 5:30 am alarms, sleeping in is a big deal. (as it is for everyone).
And then it happened.
At 5 am the fire alarm went off!!!
Of course. Why wouldn't a fire alarm go off when we get a chance to cuddle up and sleep an extra hour?
It's not that I mind fire alarms that much. In the middle of the day they are cool - Matthew would have been thrilled to see the truck, and being the amazing mom I am I truly would have made myself semi decent to bring my toddler to see the fire truck, but he wasn't there!!! Of all days.
But, I did find myself drawn to the windows to see the firetruck regardless.
I have no idea why the alarm went off.
My guess is that it was the humidity. When I was in highschool I was a waitress at a seniors residence. The alarms went off fairly frequently in the summer - and they always said it was due to the high humidity.
Funny how those alarms were way more thrilling than these alarms.
At the condo when the alarm goes off I inevitably go running to the closet to get decent clothes on (they never go off when I look decent), try to find the cat carrier to pack up Mojo if we have to leave, and make Matty a bottle or get a snack.
In high school it was a little different. All of the girls would run to the bathroom to make sure we looked decent, put on lipstick, and look as caring as we possibly could while waiting to run out and offer the firefighters cookies. Someone would always end up asking some sort of question to get them to stick around and eat the cookies. It was a wonderful thing.
This morning - not so much. It did, however, afford Mike and I the time to share a cup of coffee before heading off to work. So, in the end, it was worth it.
PS - that subject line is the title of my friend Salina's favourite song!!!