There's a Fed who lives down the street from us. We're friends with him. I know, I know...but he's actually a great guy.
I was on my way home from work last night when I got an urgent call from Hubby, who was home before me.
"Yeah, I need to use your computer to print out something for Casaba. What's your password again?"
I tell him, then ask what Casaba needs.
"He needs to print out a Search Warrant. His team is going in at Midnight."
I love it. In a Cop's Wife's Life the neighbor doesn't need to print a coupon or a recipe, but a search warrant. I'm waiting for someone else to knock on the door and borrow a cup of bullets!