In other news: the bathroom demo/reno is coming along. We at least have a toilet again. (Let's just say....things were pretty PRIMITIVE around here for a couple of days) The tub is also in, and the floor tile is down. Next is walls I suppose. But at least my IMMEDIATE needs are now being met.
We had an interesting event the other night.
At 3:00 a.m., Itty Bitty gently shook me awake, "Mom, the police are here and they want to talk to you."
My immediate thought was...omg, someone stole my car, went on a joyride and crashed it somewhere. I jumped up, a little woozy from the sleeping pill I had taken before I went to bed, pulled out my ear plugs, and made sure my boobs were tucked in my nightgown (sometimes those things can get away on you, ya know?).
Me: What's going on?
Constable: Just your tax dollars hard at work.
Constable: Someone in this house dialed 9-1-1.
Hubby and Itty Bitty had already been talking to the police for a few minutes before they got me up, and one of the officers checked the phones.
Apparently it was a quiet night in the ol' town Tuesday night, because there every cruiser on my street, and every cop on duty on my porch, I reckon!
One of them asked Hubby, "There's nothing 'domestic' going on here, is there?" To which Hubby replied, "Well no, not until you wake my wife up!"
After the police left, we wondered aloud how the heck this had all happened.
Me: Maybe Gibby did it.
Hubby: Ya, check and see if his food dish is empty.
You suppose Gibby narc'ed us?