Meeting the Neighbors

The house we live in on post is a quadplex. So that means we have a family that lives above us in a house that is a duplicate to ours. Well, a few nights ago my wonderful husband asked me to make one of his favorite late night snacks, bacon wrapped smokies. They are little smokies, wrapped in bacon covered in brown sugar and then broiled til crispy. They are delicious, but a pain to make because the are so messy when they cook and they tend to smoke a little due to the broiling of the sugar and fat. So it is about 12:45 at night and we are watching a movie while the snacks broil away and then we begin to hear a loud shrieking noise and an automated voice saying, Fire!! Fire!! Low and behold the very miniscual smoke has set off the most sensitive smoke alarms ever made in our building . . . that's right, you got it, not only do our fire alarms go off but seeing that it is a shared building so do the ones in the home above ours . . . at one o' clock in the morning. So of course the husband from upstairs come to check to make sure everything is okay, and it is, but none the less, not the way I wanted to meet our neighbors.