Whistle While You Work

Joe's overnight bag was carefully placed by the front door the other day. My husband does this so he won't forget it when he leaves for 24 hours shifts at the firehouse. One would literally need to step over the bag to get out. I thought his placement was rather ingenious.

But guess what Joe forgot?

Being the dutiful wife that I am, I loaded Joey into the minivan and headed east. I couldn't allow my poor husband to go 24 hours without his toothbrush and deodorant, right? Plus, little Joey is always thrilled to visit the big shiny red trucks:

Just as we were leaving the station, our heroes got an emergency call. Watching the guys hustle and ride off on blaring giant engines was very exciting.  Even more exciting was knowing that I now had unfettered access to their upstairs quarters. It was time to finally see how grown men lived when left to their own devices. Let's just say I was glad I brought my camera:

 

In reviewing the names of all of Joe's firehouse brethren, I calculated that they had more men than dwarfs.  I was right.  Apparently, the guys moved on to other Disney characters for inspiration:

These guys see some crazy sh*t every time they're on shift.  Gross stuff.  Sad stuff.  Dangerous stuff. Even Joe's uniform returns smelling of things I can't quite identify or would even want to identify. 

Yet, off they go.  They don't complain.  Instead, they make Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs beds.

And they whistle while they work.