Tuesday, January 22, 2008


Last week I accidentally switched frequencies on the Alert-Your-Freedom-Is-Over monitor. Much to my surprise, I heard a babypalooza going on.


Our baby monitor picked up an unsecured frequency. Crystal clear. We couldn't determine which neighbor it was but my husband told me to turn it off immediately.

So, arguing the need for homeland security, I turned the volume up as high as it could go. You'll never guess what I heard.


A toddler whining. A wife pleading. And a husband watching TV (way too loud I might add; the nerve, puh-leeze I'm trying to eavesdrop here guy).

I realize they likely can hear us too, should they ever get that desperate. I'm certain our boredom could beat up their boredom. Any day.