I'm sure there's a mathematical formula for it, Pythagorean's Theory maybe, or is it Avagadros' Number which says:
If the dog AND the baby are up, then Mom and Dad are up, too.
All for one and one for all? Last night the fucking fire alarm went off in our condo building at 2:30 AM and we shuffled outside with some pissed off pets and offspring. Forty-five minutes later the fire department showed up to tell us we could all go back to our "rooms" as if we were living in a hotel. Of course that wasn't the end of the ordeal in our house. Leia brings herself to the brink of a heart attack anytime the fire alarm goes off. In her defense, it's REALLY loud. Borderline ear-damaging. So Leia spent the rest of the night pacing and panting and making sure I didn't accidentally doze off during her "watch."
I did manage to catch a bit of an early Cheers episode when Coach was still alive. That was nice. I miss the Coach. He was funny. I miss Cheers. Why won't TV make more shows like Cheers?