It’s the little things that annoy me…
There’s a smoke alarm around here somewhere with a dead battery. Every couple minutes I’ll hear a quick beep. I’ve got to find it and yank the battery before it drives me insane.
…and two weeks ago I yanked the battery from one of the smoke alarms that was on a shelf in the basement. Just how many smoke alarms does this place have lying around and are they all dead?
I’m not even sure if the stuff on that shelf downstairs belongs to the people upstairs or if the previous tenants left it behind. I’ve been wondering that about a lot of stuff that’s kind of on my side of the basement. They had a table on my side of the garage (not anymore), so I didn’t know how far their encroachment had gone.
There’s also some stuff on the back porch that I assumed was the trash from upstairs…but since it’s been there a month, I guess it belonged to the previous tenants. Whatever. Sunday night it’s all going out by the curb since I don’t want to see it on the back porch anymore.
Anyway, off to kill the damn smoke alarm…