Or Maybe I should call this post, Why Teenagers Still Drive Me Crazy...
Last night was quite a night... kind of like a roller coaster...
I think the best part was when Kaylee looked at me like I was crazy when I said I had four kids. How she missed this fact over the course of the past 6 months is beyond me, but anyhow... Apparently, she thought I was 18! What a compliment... I think. I hope I am still "cool" now that the truth is out...
Worst part of the night was definitely when I got a call on my cell and picked it up, only to find out that it was the 9-1-1 dispatcher, and that someone had called 9-1-1 from my cell earlier in the night to report a stolen bike...
After me exclamation of, "He used my cell phone to call 9-1-1?" I kind of blubbered for a few seconds and then finally regained my composure enough to explain that I did have some sort of official capacity at the firehouse and that I was, indeed, aware that a bike was stolen. Then, I apologized... profusely... for the disturbance... Thankfully, I think the dispatcher was getting a real kick out of me...
The moral of this story is that it is very important to explain the difference between filing a police report and dialing 9-1-1 before you hand your cell phone over to a kid whose bike has just been stolen, so that he can call his mom... lesson learned...
Much more to say, but not enough time to say it tonight...
Lisa
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