what’s your alarm code?
September 14, 2009
The best part of having Rachelle drop by my house to put up some “Happy birthday Maddy!” type paraphernalia while we take Maddy and the boys to the lake for the day? Not telling her the alarm was on.
We’re on the lake, chillin, when I get this text:
“what is your alarm code?!”
We spent the next half hour laughing and imagining Shelle opening the door, hearing the beeps warning that the full alarm is about to go off, and rushing her kids back out of the garage. “Kids! Get in the car! No time, leave everything! HURRY!”
And then I texted her back the alarm code. She didn’t care by then.