I hung out with some heroes on Saturday: the kind that carry you out of burning buildings, rescue your cat from the tallest branches (watev) and valiantly rush to gruesome accident scenes to pry open cars with ‘the jaws of life’ (intense) to save people stuck in mangled wrecks. Much respect and muchas gracias to these men and women who put their lives in danger to save ours.
I joined Miss N* at the Lone hill fire station, she had to take her nephew to a birthday party at the fire station and because of my love for hot brave men (with muscles everywhere) I simply couldn’t resist joining her, especially since I wanted to see the famous pole *wink wink*.
The kids were given the opportunity to slide down the pole, with the firemen waiting at the bottom to catch them, just in case they fell. Ha, those kids are so well behaved; Aunty Delirious over here would have skipped the pole and thrown herself straight into those strong arms.
The pole, weeeow!
The uniform, weeoow-weeeow-weooow!
The shiny red truck with all the gadgets. I wonder if they polish it every day.
A little video:
Cutest moment: a little girl telling her dad to buy a fire truck so that they could take it home and the dad saying “I can’t, it won’t fit into our garage”.
Craziest: all the parents running away from the water hose, summer time fun for the kids, hairdressing nightmare for the moms.
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