Remember Meet the Fockers?

Ok- What the heck? As you all know I go to bed pretty early considering that we have a wee little one in the house. Well, last night the base decided to exercise threat con Delta- in MY neighborhood. UGH. Someone comes banging on the stinkin door at like 10:30 pm. Then Rick's cell phone starts ringing and it's fricking Terry (he was almost dead to me). UGH! I am totally unconscious and he is yelling at me to get up! I am like WHAT? UGH! The baby is sound asleep in her bassinet, the kids are asleep, and we are being woken up by the banging and the ringing. So we proceed to DRAG ourselves out of bed, throw on some clothes and run downstairs. I have to get the baby bag ready with formula, water bottles, diapers, and wipes. We got in the car and went across the street to the commissary parking lot. Ok- who evacuates and entire neighborhood across the street? What kind of stupid ass evacuation plan is that? UGH! So at this point we pull up next to the Beeman's and everyone looks half dead, well, everyone except for Terry. LOL Poor Bubba. He was so tired and Hailey was ready to party. Amy decided that it was some time for Dixie Chicks. LOL LOL LOL Anyway, at this point we still have no idea what it going on....until the rumor mill began...supposedly there was a bomb threat to a pregnant woman. I guess there was a bomb in her car. Well, obviously there wasn't or we wouldn't have been home within an hour and a half of the stinkin evacuation. Finally, at 12:30 am I was home and in bed only to be up again at 3:00 am for feeding time. (Sighhhhhh)