AWWWWW!

It’s a damn good thing that Levi is so cute. He was partially responsible for my mini heart attack and sudden explosion of gray hair Thursday night. I bet you want to hear all about that!! We’ll let me take you back *****

Thursday evening, the girls have been tucked in, Boden is sleeping and Levi is in the master bedroom with The Hubster getting ready for bed. I sit down and start slogging through my email *delete, delete, delete* when I stumble across a freaky deaky string of comments waiting for approval. They were sent through a proxy server so I know it’s someone trying to irritate me. I start moving them to the file fold I keep with any and all freaky, threatening or over the top weird communications I receive as a result of this here blog. the phone starts ringing and a glance at the caller ID tells me it’s my city’s police department.

Hello?

Hello there, this is *my city’s* police, we just received a 911 hang up call from your home. Is everything ok ma’am?

*cue creepy music*

um, that’s not possible. There is no emergency here

can you confirm your phone number ma’am?

*says number*

yes ma’am *repeats number* just logged a hang up call to our 911 system. Are you located at *says addy*

um, yes

Mrs Fidget, are you in the house alone?

*me flashes back to a novel I read in my youth and begins to panic and sweat*

My husband and children are home but the children are in bed sir

Can you please check on them for me?

TROOOOY!!!!!

uh yeah.. Levi had the phone and dialed 911111224411711

They had to send an officer out to make sure there is no emergency. After the police left I told The Hubster that we should have offered them cake because once Levi figures out the 911 trick I bet he’ll be calling them all.the.time. just to see their cool cars pull up in front of the house. Maybe if they think we have cake, they won’t be so pissed. Of course, we could always distract them from the issue at hand by flashing our cute baby at them