FuNnY AdVeNtuReS FRoM tHe HoUsE oF KaNdUs AnD SaRaH

3 Short Stories from the House of Kandus and Sarah:

1. Every seen "The Sixth Sense?" "I see dead people..." Well, at our house we've changed the phrase to "I hear shrill, loud, terrible beeping noises!" I am convinced that our smoke alarms are possessed. There have been several times when the smoke alarm in the hall upstairs will randomly beep (or "chirp" as the manufacturer website says. "Chirp" is the sound a cute little bird makes, this is definitely not a cute little bird!). Two weeks ago, just a couple nights before Kandus and I were both scheduled to go out of town our smoke alarms started beeping. It started upstairs and then they slowly all took their turns (wouldn't want anyone to be left out, would we?). The beeping started just before 11 p.m. and continued steadily for an hour. Kandus went and bought new batteries and we started replacing them, but the beeping continued. Finally, at midnight our hero, Kendall, enters! (Kendall is Kandus' brother and our resident go-to handyman. Kandus had to call and beg him to come over. Don't worry, he was rewarded with yummy cookies.) We spent the next hour changing batteries, unhooking and rehooking alarms, pushing reset buttons (much to the dismay of our cats), and swearing a little I'm not gonna lie. Eventually the beeping was contained to the alarm in my room and the alarm in the upstairs hall. I figured out how to unhook them early on and was quickly able to unhook mine to silence the craziness. Kendall figured out that one of the wires in the alarm in the hallway had come unhooked. He put it back together, made me reattach the alarm in my room, and the beeping stopped. I'm sure our neighbors absolutely love us...


2. While I was gone the guy next door sold his house. Kandus started texting me a few days ago saying that the For Sale sign was gone and there were... wait for it... BOYS moving in next door. Yes, she did exactly what I would have done, and stood at her window peeking through the blinds trying to figure out how many boys were moving in. Now, there's a little bit that needs to be explained before I continue. Kandus and I literally know absolutely NO ONE in our neighborhood. Not even lying. If something were to happen to us (for example read the story to follow) no one would know until our parents figured out that they hadn't heard from us. We waved at Mike, the neighbor who moved, when we would pull out of our garage and he was outside smoking. I think I actually said, "Hi" to him once, and that's pretty much the only contact we have with our neighbors. Anyways, when the For Sale sign went up in front of Mike's house Kandus and I decided that we would get to know whoever moved in just so we would know someone in the neighborhood just in case. So, when there were BOYS moving in that was just a bonus and even more motivation to be friendly. Tonight I made cookies (super yummy cookies if I do say so myself) and we wrote in a cute card and walked over to the open garage next door. Who came out of the house? A girl. Yep, a cute really nice girl, but not a boy. We chatted with her for a minute and then she called for someone to come outside. Who came out? A BOY... but, a boy who is the girl's fiance. I believe the phrase that was heard after we got back in to our house was, "I hate my life!" Wouldn't it have been fun to have a house full of boys living next door? Oh well, so much for high hopes. Maybe next time.



3. We walk in the house tonight after being devastated by the lack of boys next door to be greeted with beeping... AGAIN! If I'm being honest, I have to say that I think there were a couple swear words as we raced up the stairs to track down the beeping. This beeping was different than the beeping 2 weeks ago, so we were a little perplexed. We stood in the office, not that one. We stood in my room, not that one. We stood in Kandus' room, not that one. We stood in the hall, not that one. We stood downstairs, not those ones. We stood in my room again, still not that one. You get picture. It was random beeping. I was beginning to wonder if someone was messing with our minds. Suddenly it hit us (Kandus and I have weird brains that seem to think the same thoughts a lot of the time. It's a little creepy sometimes, and yet oh so helpful).... It's the carbon monoxide detector! Suddenly I can't breathe! My chest feels tight. Oh no! I rush to open windows as Kandus yanks the thing off the wall (that seems to be our solution to these beeping episodes, just disconnect it!) and reads the instructions on the back. Apparently the one beep every 30 seconds means that there's a unit error. Okay, I can suddenly breathe again. Now we are debating whether to call our moms, just in case we don't wake up in the morning. After a phone call with our friend Amber, who laughed pretty hard when we told her what we were doing and that we had just disconnected the stupid thing, and a conversation with Mama Linda we headed to Walmart to buy 2 new detectors. While we were tempted to call 911 just to have the possibility of cute firefighters in our house (yes, we do have boys on the brain these days) we really didn't want to create a scene and annoy the neighbors that we don't even know. Luckily the 2 new CO detectors have not connected any funkiness in our air. But, I did insist that we slept with all the windows open....