And, since I'm on my soap box here, can someone PLEASE tell me why no one in Hay River picks up after their dogs?! There is a large field behind my house that everyone on this street walks their dogs to and lets them shit here. This is where I was letting Colby and Joey play, until we found this out. I actually watched a woman right outside my window this morning with her dog. I was standing there, she saw me, AND SMILED AT ME as her dog was shitting right outside. I gave her the dirtiest look and shook my head as I walked away. No doubt it's a teacher in his school, since they all seem to live around me.
Speaking of this wonderful little piece of surburbia I live in, yesterday they decided to have a fire drill in our complex. Yes, you read that right, a FIRE DRILL. What is this, elementary school? Oh wait, that's who lives around us. It was almost comical. I'm sorry, if my house is on fire, you can trust that I'm grabbing my kids and heading for the door. I really don't need to practice that. And I promise, I will leave my doorstep and run as far away from the fire as I can. And honestly, the best part is when the organizer of all this decided it was time to "have the fire" she ran through our parking lot yelling
"THERE'S A FIRE IN UNIT 4! THERE'S A FIRE IN UNIT FOUR! SOMEONE CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!" I was honestly waiting for someone in the neighbourhood to hear her and think it was real. Wouldv'e served her right to see the REAL fire department show up in all their lights and glory.
I'm going to bed. G'night all.
Oh, and just for those who need a good laugh, like I needed one today, here's the second Life Lesson from my FIL.
If you hit it with a hammer and it doesn't fix it, you have an electrical problem.