Good grief, why can't anything ever be easy???
Half Moon Bay has some strict city laws. All homes have to have hard-wired smoke detectors that are certified as working by the fire department. Right before we closed on our house last week, we learned from the fire department that the smoke detectors in our house do not actually work. Two days and two visits from electricians later, we learned that the detectors are hard-wired into the alarm system . . . an alarm system that is non-existent since the previous owners stopped their service.
Now, after three more days and over 14 hours spent waiting and fighting with the alarm company, the smoke detectors STILL do not work. They spectacularly failed the fire department's test today. Not one worked. The only upside to this debacle is that the firemen were quite cute, all three of them. And one of them even called the alarm company on my behalf to put some pressure on these bozos. Tomorrow it's back for yet another day of this madness, waiting for a technician to show up, or not.
Although I always try to see the humor in almost any situation, I am finding it extremely difficult to find anything funny about this situation, especially since we are not allowed to move in until the fire department gives the all-clear. Here's looking at living another week in a hotel room with five people. I think David said it best: either we come through this a stronger and closer family, or we will no longer need to worry about the new house having only three bedrooms since we will be down a family member or two.
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