Another fire truck you may ask? Yep. I had ALL the windows open in the house and I kept hearing the siren. I looked out the window and saw a fire truck out on the Knob. I saw a girl walking towards a house from the truck with a bucket in her hand. It kinda reminded me of Dorothy from Oz. (I am reading a book right now dealing with the Wizard of Oz--review coming--and I had my mind on Oz....) Curiosity finally got the best of me and I headed outside. I am the local gossip and need to know all that is going on. I go into the front yard and sure enough there is a fire truck sitting in the cul-de-sac at the end of our street. A fire truck with volunteers was coming around the corner with people hopping in and out of collecting money for some cause. I don't even remember what, but we gave money. Since the windows were open I yelled at the boys to come out. They did. They were like "WHAT?!" I said it's a fire truck. Do you want to go see it. They ROLLED their eyes out me. "Uh, no Mom, we have seen them before at the Cub Scout field trip...." Yeah, whatever. So what if I am excited about this kind of stuff.
They suck the fun outta life....
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