You Know You’re a Fire Wife if:
Found the basis of this on another site, made a few changes, deleted some stuff that didn’t apply, and added some of my own to make it more applicable to me personally. I think it’s pretty funny!
Your Husband’s wardrobe consists ENTIRELY of uniforms!
Your Husband’s haircut is VERY SHORT. Long hair may catch on fire!
You know the difference between a police siren and a fire siren and an ambulance siren.
You know what IAFF and SCBA stand for.
Your kids think the fire station is “Daddy’s house.”
You’ve received more Santa Claus as a firefighter Christmas ornaments than you thought humanly possible.
Your Husband won’t let you BBQ, and the kids like Daddy’s spaghetti sauce better than yours.
You know that you always have a team of highly-trained EMS professionals at the ready – like when your 2 year old shoves a button up her nose at 9pm.
Your single friends are always asking “Are there any single firemen at Johnny’s station?”
Your children know where the horn and siren switches are on every engine by the time they are two years old.
Everybody knows a fire fighter, and thinks that you know them too.
You can’t sleep when your Hubby is at work.
You get REALLY MAD when people don’t pull over for firetrucks and ambulances.
You’ve seen Backdraft 40 million times and Ladder 49 10 million (but who can get sick of staring at Joaquin Phoenix and John Travolta?) –OR….
You see every firefighter movie ONCE – and that was enough.
You had your last holiday meal at the fire station.
You’ve lost all sense of what a “weekend” really is due to your husband’s crazy schedule.
Your husband tells you to “stand-by one” and you know what he’s talking about.
When your kids are sick they want Mommy. When they are hurt they want their Paramedic Daddy!
All of the teachers at your kids school want your husband to “demonstrate” his skills for the class (yeah, right she just wants to see him in his structure gear).
You feel like the luckiest girl alive when he comes home and you get those butterflies in your tummy!
C’mon ladies! What did I leave out? Comments are welcome. (Polite and constructive ones, that is! I refuse to “get over” myself! But thanks, anyway, anonymous poster! LOL!)