N and her husband were here over the weekend. N fell down the stairs carrying baby and was in horrible pain. Then at 5:45 this morning the baby pressed the panic button near his bed. I was dreaming that I was knocking down the garage but then realized it was a real noise and the alarm was going off. Ran to phone to call alarm company and find out how to turn if off. After about ten minutes they told me. In the interim the fire truck showed up with two volunteers in tank tops and shorts, lucky for them there was not a fire. Then a police car arrived and wanted to see everyone in the house. Their dog was howling, baby crying and cats under the bed. I refused, saying everyone was fine. Good times..."Were the firemen hunky?" I asked.
"Not in the least," she replied. "Doughy, porcine local fellas with wife beaters. Ugh."