Don't Be Alarmed
WHEN my husband and I were first married, I thought everything had to be cooked at a high temperature. Consequently, the smoke alarm frequently went off when I was making dinner. My husband had gotten so used to the sound that he hardly noticed it anymore.
One night, the alarm once again went off, and our downstairs neighbor charged up the stairs and burst into our apartment. He found my husband sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"I thought your apartment was on fire!" he exclaimed. To which my husband calmly replied, "No, it's just Kendra cooking dinner." —Kendra Antila, Lebanon, Oregon