So, because we have nasty men making happy with their body parts while staring at my home and sitting only feet away, I’ve had my car broken into, and a few other unmentionable happenings at my home, you know who you are and man are you just a sad little person, I have invested in the Ring.com.
Well, at first the Professor was ticked saying that I didn’t need to spend that money and I explained the above to him and also added that if I were to be eating lunch inside and an OT kid comes early having to go to the bathroom, which has happened a lot, or a package is delivered or needs signing, I can be alerted by this nifty little gadget. Of course, the Professor rolls his eyes and walks away.
However, what the Professor soon discovered is that he can spy on me and did so today scaring the baJesus out of me because you can also talk to the person from the camera/your cell phone. It also scared my daughter who is home for one more day after getting quite sick over the last several.
So, there I am outside on the driveway putting together a climbing dome for my OT kids and my daughter is sitting in the rocking chair just outside the clinic getting some sun when all of a sudden, we hear this . . . “Hello, hello, can anyone hear me?” My daughter leaps out of her chair as I look up and think, “Oh hell, please don’t let Mr. Make Happy with Himself be in the damn bushes I will rip him apart!”
Oh no, it’s the Professor tinkering with the intercom and says it again. My daughter and I finally realize that it is my husband messing with us and I bust out laughing because although the Professor will act like he’s pissed with the new purchase, secretly, he is tickled to death that he can now spy around his home and scare the shit out of me and my daughter and whoever else ventures near my home.
After saying hello and what are you doing, etc. he signed off. However, within 30 minutes, we hear, “Hello, I’m looking at you.” I busted out laughing and so did my daughter as I said, “Do you have anything better to do, Professor?” He laughed and signed off again. Work must be slow.
He is having way too much fun with this little gadget and what was once going to be a helpful tool of protection has turned into a tool of torture and getting the shit scared out of you when the Professor gets a wild hair.
So, here’s what I’m going to do, I’m going to turn it on him the next time he’s out on the driveway but I’m just going to scream at the top of my lungs and see what happens.
Stay tuned . . .