Every now and again you are blessed with an adventure to remember that, thankfully, no one is around to snap photos of for you to scrapbook.

On Monday, I was getting ready for the day, taking my shower, usually a relatively uneventful task… lol… just wash up and get out and on with the day. Well, on Monday, my master bathroom looked like this:

That meant we had to move into the main bathroom for a little while. The main bathroom is just off my hallway and while it does have a nice little ceiling fan, it doesn’t have a window for venting purposes, and I always hate having the whole bathroom steamed up while I’m trying to get dry and dressed, so this time I left the hall door open… It’s just me, Brent, and Sadie, so I have no intruders to worry about because usually she’s doing this:

Don’t mind the unmade bed, the faucet and such piled up while Brent harvests parts needed to test the tub, and Brent’s day job clothes thrown on the bed because he couldn’t be bothered to throw them in the laundry basket before changing into his construction man work clothes… lol….. {I say that with love in my heart 🙂 }

Anyway… I am about to rinse the shampoo out of my hair when suddenly my ears are ringing with the sound of EVERY SINGLE smoke detector in my house going off at the same time. And then immediately I hear the rustle of the shower curtain and look down to see this big ball of brown and white fur tumble into the tub and then two little yellowy/amber eyes looking up at me, meanwhile the shower water and shampoo from my hair are splashing down on one trembling puppy. (She has issues with the chirping of the smoke detectors… I believe it hurts her ears and scares the bajeebers outta her.)

There’s a dog in my shower…. So as quickly as I can, I rinse the shampoo out, grab a towel, and hurry and get out of the tub, followed by a dripping wet, still trembling doggy. I call Brent immediately because I am not sure what to do … the smoke detectors are all wired to the house electrical system, so I can’t just yank one off the wall to turn them off. He’s on the other end of the phone laughing his safely covered, dry rear end off while I’m in a state of soggy confusion trying to figure out what to do. I finally gather my wits and grab my dust mop from the kitchen and use it to push the “test” button on the smoke detector… It works for a second and then they all go off again. For the next 5 minutes (after having shut the bathroom door to prevent more steam from escaping and further tormenting me and my sweet dog) I press the button until the detectors finally silence themselves.

I am so glad that there was nobody around to photograph that adventure! LOL!