Chortle! Have you noticed that smoke alarm batteries invariably pick the middle of the night to run out of juice?
How do the things know? 😀
So…it was climb up on a ladder and unhook the living-room alarm from its seat on the ceiling. Disconnect the juice from the beeper.
HUH…that’s the last battery on the ceiling, by dayum! Guess I’ve been…uhm…remiss (not to say plug-lazy) about getting someone over here to fix the gadgets.
After the holidays are over, I’ll have to call a Happy Handyman to come over and replace all half-dozen of them. And…after this, not be so darned lazy about the things.
Why do gadgets of this sort invariably pick THE most inconvenient moment to go on the fritz?
Ever notice that?
How DO they know?