Valentine’s Day was fantastic. Mark made fettuccine Alfredo with spinach noodles and scallops, Becca slept through dinner so we could eat alone. A short while later, we opened a bottle of wine (Chocolate Lab, a local variety), and sliced up some strawberries and cheese. I picked up some Strawberry Chardonnay cheese earlier in the day. Yum.

We enjoyed some wine, played with Becca, and then watched Joe Black. I watched most of it alone, because Mark thought it was depressing. Finally, we put Becca to bed, and I fell asleep. Mark watched a little more TV, then he went to bed too.

At 6:00, we were awoken by a beeping noise. It would go off every ten seconds or so. Mark wandered out to see what it was. Our CO2 detector was going off, but by the time I got out of bed, it had stopped.

We stood there a moment, and nothing happened. Mark checked the stove, and then we headed back into the bedroom. I hopped on the computer to see what could be going on. If it was actually CO2, it wouldn’t stop beeping, right?

It started again, and then stopped. And then started again. We bundled up Becca (who had still been sleeping), called the fire department, and went outside to wait. Two firetrucks pulled up outside a short while later, minus the lights and sirens. I was starting to worry about our neighbors. Should we have woken them? What if there was a leak upstairs, and everyone else was dead? My imagination was getting away from me. It was really early, and I was tired.

The firemen went into the apartment, and then called us in. The detector had stopped going off, and there was no CO2. They waited a minute, and then two of them left. The third was starting to head out, too, when it started beeping again. So, back we went to the kitchen. Still no CO2.

All of that excitement for a faulty CO2 detector.