Single People Can Ask For Help, It’s Fine
Apparently, I don’t need a husband. I just need to be 8 inches taller.
A few months ago, the battery in my smoke detector died. Typically, I would drag out my step stool, pop in another AA battery, and pat myself on the back for being so handy. But this smoke detector was unique, and the task proved to be more complicated. I tracked down the specific battery that this particular alarm…