My visit from the fire department :)

3:30 this morning I wake up to hear this weird little beeping noise. I'm thinking it might be new phone that I don't quite know how to use yet. Nope. Not the phone but my fire detector downstairs in the living room. It kept beeping every minute. Two little beeps in a row. ALLLLLLL night.
I tried to disconnect it before I went to work. Nope.
I left it all day, thinking it would just stop somehow. Nope.
I cut the power. Nope.
Replaced the batteries. Nope.
Called my sister who fixes everything by herself. Nope.
Turned off my heater (just in case it was CO, but I wasn't dead yet so I figured why not?). Nope.
Aired out my house while I went shopping for the orphan Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday. Nope.
FINALLY! I called the non-emergency number for the fire department, thinking they could give me some advice. They sent over a truck. One of the big ones. With two hotties and an old man who looked like Paul off Extreme Home Makeover.
They changed all the batteries again. Nope.
Checked for CO (still not dead). Nope.
Disconnected the entire thing from the ceiling and suggested I buy two new ones. Why? Because apparently the CO detector is a living cell and when its dying, it beeps. You should replace your CO monitors every other year, ya know. So they think I need new ones. Good thing I live down the street from Home Depot.
Remember that epidose of Friends where Phoebe can't get her smoke alarm to stop beeping? Yes. I just lived that. But the cute fireman wrote my number down on his hand... said it was his notepad. lol