No good party is complete without the cops arriving, right? Yes, it happened to us last night...truly a first.
Ansley came running downstairs to tell us...oh no, Will dialed 911 on Grammie's phone! He is 3, just so you know. The older kids heard the dispatcher's request, asking for the nature of the emergency. They promptly hung up the phone, scared to death, and fortunately reported the mishap to us grown-ups. Amy called back to tell the call center about the mistake, but of course they HAVE to send out an officer to confirm. Sigh.
The officer couldn't find our house, according to the dispatcher who had to call and ask me to be on the lookout for the officer. Dick jumped on the Chuck Wagon to go look for him...he was next door at Amy's house. I am glad it was a false alarm and that for the real deal, they now know where we live. And he was very nice to Will, the wee perp.
So that excitement capped off our shopping day, which was fairly successful except for our intended purpose to find some small yellow craft roses. We still had fun, despite the rain..sweet rain! And ended up with a memorable evening...and good food.
Life is never dull in Mayberry, y'all!
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