The day I found Ammo in the dryer

I have had this blog for a few years now. I write here and there, but the name has always made me smile. I think I got it from a list of “you know you are a police wife when . . . .” you find ammo in the dryer.

Today just that happened.

I did the wash like I always do, but stayed in the laundry room to fold some cloths with the dryer going, something I rarely do. It was a good thing I stayed, I heard a clink, clink, clink in the dryer and went to check. Sure enough in T-rex’s pants pocket was one un-shoot bullet.

SO, I did what any great police wife would do. I took a picture of it and sent it to T-rex. Then things got really fun!  I never text T-rex when he is at work because most of the time he is driving around. It took him a few minutes but he called me back in rush.

T-rex: What was the picture of?

Me: a bullet you that got washed!

T-rex: “oh really?”

Me: “Yes!”

T-rex: “Okay I got to go I am in the middle of a chase”

 

Then I didn’t hear from him for an hour. Our whole county is just about an hour drive, and if they are speeding it wouldn’t take that long, right?!  So I was just about to panic when I get a text from him “Not a chase, just a man hunt” 

And this is also the day I put ammo in his pillow.  Because I don’t have anything else. . . . .