Yet another story

One of the biggest gifts my parents gave me was the ability to laugh at myself. Without that ability how would I share all of my stories with you? I'm convinced it would be impossible. This morning I was presented with an opportunity to practice this important skill. I was up at 5:00 am in order to make scones for the leadership meeting. I had made the batter and shaped the scones the night before, so all I had to do was pop them in the oven. Easy right? I thought so too. When I opened up the oven door I noticed that it was a tad smokey, but the majority of the scones looked alright. About two minutes later though, I was snapped out of my sleepiness by the sound of the fire alarm. I would like to take a moment to remember that, a) My scones were not that burnt, they definitely did not deserve the fire alarm and b) I live with fifteen other people, so when the fire alarm goes off at 5 am I am potentially waking up a small army. I was so embarrassed! Once I realized that I was the one that set off the alarm I ran around for a few seconds alternately waving a towel in the air (hopefully near the alarm) and searching for the whole-house fan. Luckily Emma woke up after a few horrible minutes and showed me where the fan was, and the alarm went off almost immediately. Half an hour later at my meeting, as everyone was sitting around happily munching on scones, I tried to convince myself that the whole ordeal was worth it. I'm not quite sure it was...