birthday security

Since my last blog I have moved, it is a lovely little single-family home, that I share with my son and boyfriend. It has the advantage of a security system which is very nice when my guys are away - and simple to use ... or so I thought until this morning. 

My boyfriend and I wake up at 5:30 this morning (for those who follow my writing you will know-I do not like the mornings) he gives me a kiss, tells me happy birthday and asks if since it is my birthday do I want to sleep in. I give him a grateful and groggy 'Yes' and snuggle back under the covers with my teddy bear and ask him to turn on the security system since I am going to sleep a little longer. 

I wake up some bit later and go into a small side room that works as my closet, strip off my night clothes and still sleepy try to find something to wear for the day...but there is this beeping sound - (head tilt) - where is that coming from? My phone doesn't sound like that ...  OH Sh*t! That is the alarm going off! 

Forgetting about my lack of clothing I dash ( and dashing for me is not quick ) to try and get to the keypad that is in the laundry room to turn off the alarm. Our house has A Lot of windows and only one with curtains, we may have to fix that after today! I reach the keypad just as the alarm timer runs out and the whole house sounds like a fire station on full alert. I am only in my birthday suit - which is hilariously appropriate - in a room full of windows and glass front door ... great! Hi neighbors!!

I punch in the key code in hopes that it will turn everything off ... 
keypad message "emergency alert sent - cancel?"
me "yes"
keypad message "sending"

Whew - I think, that was close.

I head back to my room to get dressed, and just at the end of the dining room I hear a woman's voice over the intercom (ps I didn't know we had an intercom!) 
"We have a reported emergency, are you there?" she repeats this twice before I can get back to the laundry room, still naked - but having grabbed a dish towel from the kitchen to at least cover some of myself. (and while I am not a very big person, trust me, a dish towel isn't going to cut it!)
me - "Yes, yes - I am here. I am sorry - I accidentally set off the alarm. I am fine."
her - "What is the passcode?"
me - I give her the key code that I have
her - "That isn't it, it is a word."
me - "What!?"
her - "It is a word."
me - "I don't know, we just moved in, I have never had to used the system before like this."
her - "Okay, give me your information, the police have been sent."
me - (internal monologue, Oh F***) gave her my name and phone number.
She hung up.

I fling the dish towel to the floor (not right to not wash it now, so it might as well stay there - well, you know.) and rush to get something on before the police arrive. Ahhhh. Just as I am pulling on some socks there is a knock on the front door - yep, it's the police. After several questions, my apologizing prefusely and them scowling, they leave.

Sheesh! It isn't even 30 minutes into my birthday yet ... oh boy.

I call my son to regale him with the mornings fun, and to laugh at myself a bit. He says:
"Well, it just really isn't a good birthday until the police show up (he is So my son...haha!) but usually you wait for later in the day for that!" He laughs.
"I know! I just wanted to get it out of the way early this year!" Hahaha!

So here is to another year of my getting older but alas, no more mature :)