What ever happened to wholesome fun, like rolling houses?

At approximately 5:30 a.m. this morning, I awoke out of a dead sleep to the loud sound of a gun shot… or what I believed to be a gun shot. I quickly sat up and asked J to confirm what I had heard only a few seconds earlier. He suddenly got this very serious look on his face (which if you know my husband… a serious look is not one of his usual expressions). I was terrified. I didn’t know what was going on outside.

J very hastily hopped out of bed towards the front door in his adorable boxers, of which I loving refer to as his “funny bottoms” (yes, that is very important to the overall storyline… you will be tested, so please jot down funny bottoms). And, he peaked his head out of the front door. He came back to the bedroom and said, “I see smoke. It looks like his car back fired.” You see, our neighbors are early risers. Sure enough, I looked outside and saw a small cloud of smoke. I chalked it up to indeed be a backfiring of sorts and proceeded to try and get my last allotted hour of sleep.

It wasn’t 15 minutes later, when we heard loud trucks outside. I glanced out my window to see the entire Montgomery County Police and Fire & Rescue Department outside our home. Then, this odd looking vehicle appeared. It looked similar to a fire truck only slightly more intense. What was it, you might ask? Why it was a bomb proof fire truck! Yes, you read that correctly… bomb proof! Apparently the hazmat crew had also decided to join the party.

After going outside for a few minutes, J came in side laughing. At this point I had no idea what as going on… I mean what involving an early morning blast, smoke and the hazmat crew would constitute a laugh?

In the words of my very endearing neighbor, “There has been a full fledge terrorist assault on my driveway!”

Okay, it wasn’t a terrorist attack by any means, but apparently kids are starting to make these bottle bombs. J said the fire chief’s response was, “Well, school is out.”

School is out?! When school got out for me, we went to the movies, bought a slip n’ slide, drove by our dreamy crush’s house 100 times in hopes to catch a glimpse… making explosives was not on my radar as a teenager. What happened to rolling houses and prank phone calls?

Goodness gracious!

Well, one thing is for sure… that was one heck of a morning alarm!