Our Final Four party was great… friends came, UCONN WON, and we ate some tasty food. This guy… the smoke detector… tried to crash our party though. Everytime I turned on the oven he appeared, yelling, “FIRE,” and disturbing our guests. I got him under control, sent him home, and celebrated the HUSKIES GOIN TO THE SHIP!
Then he reappeared last night on my staircase, screaming, “FIRE! FIRE!” when all I had done was preheated the oven. Mr. Bear says he can stick around for emergencies, but I am about to toss his tush in the trash.