Nag, nag, nag...

He-who-shall-not-be-named (I've been married to him for 25 years) promised to change the smoke alarm batteries by New Year's Day and I promised not to nag him about it. Last night we were snug in our bed when a loud beep roused us, followed a few seconds by another, then another. He-who-shall-not-be-named had forgotten about the batteries. 30 minutes later, we were still trying to coax a confused and trembling dog out from under our bed and into her own. When midnight rolled around, he-who-shall-not-be-named and trembling dog were fast asleep, and I was still wide awake. Next year, I'm nagging.