The fire alarm is giong off.
LOUDLY.
I call the office a bit alarmed and it turns out its the alarm for the building. So I am gathering things up and heading for the door. Just as we hit the front door, the alarm stops.
I popped my head out anyway and see one of the maintenance guys standing outside. I ask him if there is actually a fire and he shrugs.
This is NOT reassuring.
Hey babe, did your roommate ever give you my message? I had called while you were in the shower. Please give me a call when you’ve got a moment–nothing’s really up per se, just wanting to check and see whether John’s still going to have access to a truck this weekend. The woman who was supposed to help me move today ended up not able to make it, so I’m falling behind schedule with moving stuff. 😦
*huggles*
You weren’t in your underwear, were you? 😉