a new title

A friend told me that she and her husband have given me a new name after I managed to pretty much ignore the fire in my apartment complex last night. Granted, it was a very small fire and quickly out but they still think I was pretty oblivious so now I'm "Ms. Oblivious". Little do they know that I actually should have earned this title years ago.  When I was a teenager, one hot summer afternoon I fell asleep while reading in my bedroom and woke up an hour and a half later to find out that I had slept through a visit to our house from the local volunteer fire department. It turns our that our clothes dryer, down in the basement, had started smoking quite amazingly and Mom called the fire department. They came, big red engine, lots of volunteers in their cars, sirens blaring, and put out the non-fire quite quickly while I slept.  They left, more quietly than they had come and I slep on. When I woke up I was told the whole story of what I missed. Which just goes to show that being oblivious is nothing new to me.