we decided to have breakfast for supper tonight (since neither mark or i were motivated enough to get up and make breakfast this morning, lol). i was in the kitchen working on the eggs and pancakes (my brother and SIL gave me an extra large electric griddle, so now i can make FIVE decently sized pancakes all at the same time (i'm so excited, lol!)). I had just taken the bacon out of the oven, and had put the sausage back in to brown a bit. because i do bacon on waxed paper, sometimes it smokes a little bit, especially with the bacon/sausage grease tossed in. I had just pulled the sausage out when i heard a fire truck run by the house, blowing it's horn for all it was worth. (we live on a semi-busy street).
Mark yelled from the living room "They know you're cooking!"