I found out that my license is expired. Like really, really expired. I found out when doing some banking. They asked me if I had another form of ID because my license was expired. I looked at the date. It expired January 2010. Whoah. I thought that the DMV sent you a friendly reminder in the mail or something. I didn't realize it was my responsibility to check the expiration on my license, so I had no way of really knowing. Guess what? I still haven't renewed it. HF got a babysitter and took me on a "date". His idea of a romantic date was to drive me to the DMV so I could take care of my biznizz. Well since it's been so long, I have to take a written AND a driving test! I still haven't taken care of it. If you've read this blog from the beginning, you know how much that would make HF crazy. Mr. Rule Keeper and Follwer. And here is his wife-breaking the law. He is always quick to remind me of the consequences of driving without a license-among other offenses I am not guilty of.
I mentioned in my to do list that I needed to freak out at HF for leaving his SWAT stuff in my car. Check. I did it. Last week when HF had swat training, he couldn't take his usual police car as it was getting work done, so he took our van. The next day I was cleaning up the usual car mess left by the monsters children and I came across a thick cardboard cylinder thingie. I wasn't sure what it was so I picked it up. Well imagine my horror when I turn it towards me and have a little looksie inside. Yep, it was a grenade. I froze and then gently put it back down under the seat just as I found it and backed away slowly. I was a little upset. For one, was I driving around with the potential to blow myself and my kids up? What kind of person leaves that behind? Two. You know how when you notice something or are thinking of something and suddenly it's everywhere? For example, when HF started going to the academy, it seemed like the only stories in the news were about cops being killed or dirty cops getting caught. Well, when HF joined the swat team, the only stories I noticed were swat related deaths and of course, those were the only stories that seemed to be on the news. Anyway, I am well aware that a couple of recent swat-related deaths were related to flash bang grenades going off. Without knowing the whole story, I just felt certain that these were very unstable devices that will just randomly go off without warning. When I confronted HF later about leaving his all his junk in my trunk, he had a good laugh and explained that they were dummies.
Can you imagine what would've happened to me driving around town with grenades and an expired driver's license. I expect I will take care of that license problem real soon. . .
I am a rookie police wife. My husband HF graduated the police academy in May 2009. We are the proud parents of three children ages 8-14. We are also a proud police family and feel like this is what we were meant to do. Life is good.