The two of us all hate to be scared awake.
My Mom used to find it just hilarious to wake me up in the morning with an old, handheld loudspeaker.
It was alarming plus he would just get the biggest kick out of it. I know he was working out some sort of trauma from his Marine Corp afternoons. He would tell me horror stories of having a bag put over his head plus then his drill sergeant would beginning pounding on it with a metal spoon. It’s that or that outdated guy had some sort of sadistic streak in him. Either way, it was bad plus I have carried that with me through the years. As soon as I lower the Heating as well as Air Conditioning for the night, I turn off our PC. If there is an emergency then call our spouse. So, it was with a regular heart pounding that I found myself jumping straight out of bed ready to confrontation the other night. There was a bang coming from the basement which shook the entire house. I was running for the kids rooms before I knew I was even awake. Then, it dawned on me that there may have been a oil furnace failure. I had heard a oil furnace shut down abruptly before plus I remember it was quite loud. Hurrying down the basement stairs, I could already aroma the acrid smoke. Something had failed inside the oil furnace allowing it to get too hot. The resulting shut down had slammed the oil furnace off to keep it from cracking. As I stood by our smoldering oil furnace, I swear I could hear our Mom cackling at me from heaven or elsewhere!