Tuesday, July 18, 2006

It's a dramedy, Part 1

Sunday night on our way home from my Mom's, I snapped.

Audrey and Ben both, at the same time:  "Mooom..."  (insert request)

Mr W barely raised an eyebrow as I started, hand motions like a stewardess and all, "Okay, listen.  Get all your requests in now, because I am quickly approaching the last "MOO-OOOM" of the day.  After this happens, I won't hear you anymore, got it?  No.  More.  "MOO-OOM".  Do we understand each other?" 

Ten thousand "Moo-ooom"s a day is plenty, don't you think?

I jumped out of the van in the driveway, noticing the amount of dirt, watermarks, etc. and smirking a little about it, on Mr W's car.  His cop car.  The marked vehicle he has been bringing home.  It's a long story, but he is supposed to have a take-home car.   He got this marked one last week.  Oh, yeah, it's subtle, having a marked black and white in your driveway.  As subtle as painting a target on your roof.  

Far be it for me to steal his thunder, though.   He was really happy about having a car again, so I just buried my trepidations and looked on the bright side.  Afterall, he's a big boy, and he is fully aware of what the implications and complications having a cop car in your driveway can entail.  So I consoled myself with the thought that maybe the sight of it in our driveway would be a good thing.  Maybe it would make our neighbors feel safer.  The stars would align.  It would be thirty degrees cooler...sorry.  I'm a wee delirious in this heat.

Of course, I should have known better. 

Sometime after we got home late Sunday night, and Monday morning, the cop car got egged.

It makes you feel all warm in fuzzy inside, doesn't it?

Mr W washed the car and it's no longer at our house.  As he told me that he could still get a whiff of eau de huevo on his hands yesterday afternoon, all I could do was smile consolingly. 

There's no way I'd pat his hand. 

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm glad my DH doesn't bring home his police car anymore...

Its nice that he doesn't drive ours and use our gas... but its nerve racking making sure no one really notices the big K-9 SUV parked in the garage or on the side of the house when he washes out the yard and garage and what not...

Plus, having people know a cop lives there is nerve racking in itself... especially on New Years Eve when a bottle of tequilla comes crashing down in your back yard!!

And I agree with you on the Moooom's... eh, gives me the shivers thinking about it :)

Hugs,
Jenn

Anonymous said...

Serves him right for taking my car. Tell him next time I'll use the whole carton.

Anonymous said...

Wow!  I never thought about it in a negative way.  I have a city cop car a few houses over and a state trooper a block over and I just was glad to have the "police presence" in our neighborhood! What is wrong with people??
Gillie

Anonymous said...

Okay .... I'm a little behind... but I get ya on the Mooo-oooom's.  Right there with ya.

Yeah, I'd think that having a cop car in your driveway might not be the best thing.

Can't wait to read the dramedy Part II.

Trace~

Anonymous said...

Little hooligans, egging a cop car.  

Oh well...at least having it in the driveway made it 30 degrees cooler outside...right?