So I told the kids to finish going out, (which they promptly refused to do,) so the kids and I turned around, and ran up 9 flights of stairs to the 11th floor (at this point I would like to point out that there was no indication at all that there was a real fire in the building, and the whole place is full of firewalls, or I would not be going back up with my children, but they are admittedly more fit then me, and can help with dogs and children at the very least.) We got up to the 11th floor only to find that the neighbor's family was already gone (they possibly took the elevator since we never saw them on the stairs.) Anyway, we THEN went down 11 flights of stairs to get out of the building. It turns out that the construction crew working on the freight elevator tripped the alarm, so there was no fire, but I had better get great legs for 30 flights of stairs!
We were eventually let back inside and I finished off my basket liners; I'm trying to free up drawer space by putting my washcloths on the microwave,
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