You Know You Married a Cop When...

This is your "normal":

Gumshoe laundry room decor

As you may have read, the Gumshoe's are doing a little face-lift on our humble abode and I was bummed when I realized I didn't take any "before" pics of our basement.  I decided to prevent this from happening again by taking all the "before" pics early so I didn't have to think about it.  

As I began to prepare each room for the pic, it dawned on me how many crime-fighting accessories I had to remove from each room in order to make the space un-scary.  Like Gumshoe's tactical vest and gun belt (minus the gun, of course) in the laundry room pictured above.

Or his patrol boots from the entryway:

Or a random rifle scope and a walkie from the extra bedroom:

What's even more depressing awesome is that I don't even notice this stuff anymore.

As I pondered these deep thoughts, Gumshoe (who had previously left to go fight crime) peeked his head back in the garage door.  I was flattered because I just knew he was coming back in to say "I love you" one more time.  Right, I know.  He looked at me, smiled and asked, "Hey babe, could you go down to the safe and grab my rifle for me?"

Sure.  Because this is totally "normal":

I made my way to the kitchen and remembered something else:

I mean, really?   

Gumshoe does a lot of gunsmithing (is that a word?) for the department and this is one of the rifles he's working on for a sergeant.  He had just finished painting the parts and apparently epoxy takes about a week to set.  He needed a place that wasn't the garage and wasn't the basement for proper temp regulation.  Next best option...kitchen pot rack, of course!  Why not?

Oh! And when you run out of wire hangers to hang the parts with...just use your handcuffs!  Because nothing says "welcome to our home" quite like gun parts and handcuffs.

Anywho...it might be a weird normal, but sometimes it's pretty darn cute.  I mean...look at those chubby hands:

 

P.S. In case it's not already assumed...Gumshoe keeps his guns dangerous crime fighting accouterments in a LOCKED safe which is kept in a LOCKED room.  LOCKED LOCKED LOCKED!  LOCKED!  LOCKED!