I love my Ivie. She has spunk and spice. Lots of it. Sometimes I don't know what I'm going to do with her. This week, she dialed 911 and and a policeman ended up on our doorstep, she leaned FAR over the bed of Wes's truck as it was traveling 35 mph (about giving me a heart attack), and she wore swimwear to school as an accessory (her style resembles Punky Brewter). We had a nice little chat about how if 911 appears within ANY number, it will dial the police. I chased Wes down the street after seeing Ivie risk her life and when I finally caught up, Ivie was required to get out of the back and into the cab of the truck. There she will ride for a LONG time to come. And she came home from school NOT wearing the swimwear, so she must have figured that one out on her own. Wheew.
I love my Ivie. She has spunk and spice. Lots of it. Sometimes I don't know what I'm going to do with her. This week, she dialed 911 and and a policeman ended up on our doorstep, she leaned FAR over the bed of Wes's truck as it was traveling 35 mph (about giving me a heart attack), and she wore swimwear to school as an accessory (her style resembles Punky Brewter). We had a nice little chat about how if 911 appears within ANY number, it will dial the police. I chased Wes down the street after seeing Ivie risk her life and when I finally caught up, Ivie was required to get out of the back and into the cab of the truck. There she will ride for a LONG time to come. And she came home from school NOT wearing the swimwear, so she must have figured that one out on her own. Wheew.
2 comments:
Oh my. I am glad you caught up to Wes. You have had an interesting week. I think it is good to document moments like these so we can look back and laugh.
Ha ha...oh Ivie..what are we going to do with her. She is one of a kind. Rin, I love your blog and reading about your family, although it makes me homesick. Love you guys!
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