Death of the Mistletoe

Hooray for the return of our oven! Our fuse has been replaced and once again we can make pizza and cookies and pies and yummy potatoes. Except that we've never made pies. Unfortunately, however, as the maintenance guy was leaving, he took a glance up to the ceiling and noticed the absence of our smoke detector . . . and the mistletoe in its place. He took one look at me and said, "ok, where is it?" Those readers unfamiliar with Redeemer's apartments should be informed that these fire alarms are located directly outside the bathroom door, and the bathrooms are equipped with ventilation fans which serve purely decorative purpose - they do not function as ventilation. In fact, if the shower is on for 30 seconds, the whole bathroom fogs up and as soon as the door is open, the smoke detector is activated. Every time. So imagine - two people living in an apartment, taking an average of one shower per person per day, this ends up with the alarm going off two times a day, 14 times a week, and a stunning total of 730 times per year. That is competitively worse than an oven timer going incessantly. So, before we moved into the apartment, the smoke detector had been removed by the previous occupants and we found it tucked away in a cupboard on top of the fridge. Now I fear that the mistletoe, which had happily taken its spot on the ceiling, will have to be removed and replaced with an oh-so-much-less fun smoke detector. Who needs fire regulations anyways?