It is sort of illustrative of how things usually go for me that when I accidentally set off the house alarm taking the trash out and forget which button to push to indicate it is a false alarm (it should really be labeled "I'm an idiot") and then don't answer the phone when the alarm company calls because I forgot that they do that and think if is a junk call and then the cops come and one of them is really, really cute, well of course I am still in my pajamas with baby puke in my hair. Oh, and am also married. He totally thought I was hot anyway though, I could tell. He was just trying to maintain his professionalism.
(Do you think if I push the "fire" button they will send me some firemen? I could use a little cheering up, and I think that would do it.)