This morning Justin and I thought there was a deranged bird chirping close to the house. It was so annoying, it woke us up before the alarm. I hate when that happens. Needless to say, upon further investigation it was not a bird but one of our fire alarms begging for new batteries. So I set out to change them, which required some form of step stool. Since my handy-dandy step stool is always missing from the hall cabinet (
eh-hem, Justin) I decided to use one of the kitchen stools from the breakfast bar. Well, this was not a good idea.
