Wake up call

Girlfriend's mom is visiting for a while.  Awesome perks about having Girlfriend's mom here for extended amounts of time include (but are not limited to):

1. I get to practice my Spanish.
2. She often cooks at like 7am to make us lunch for the day. 

Today, however, there was a little mishap in the cooking process and the fire alarms started blaring at 6:30am. Talk about waking up in a panic.

Alas, it was just some smoke from frying up some chicken, but poor Doggie was NOT happy about this.  He really hates the fire alarms and proceeds to shake in fear after they subside. No one was hurt, though, and there were no flames to be put out, which was great.  Although, it really made me consider having an escape route since our room is on the third floor and the kitchen on the 1st... we need one of those ladder things that hook on to the window and allow you to escape:

Kidde Fire Escape Ladder


 Not that a townhome would have this anywhere, but buildings in Seattle are never like this:

I'll let you know when we have our first fire drill.