911 Emergency

My poor husband!! Don't worry...he's fine.
Yesterday I was in Halifax and being the horrid wife I am, I did not call him to say I was back--problem 1. I took the kids to the school so Elysia could get her band instrument and Mike didn't check for this on the calendar--problem 2. I left the front door wide open, yet again--problem 3. My husband gets home, the front door is open, we are not here so he is concerned, he thought maybe I wasn't home from Halifax and he was wondering where the kids were...so he decides to call our voice mail, which is *99 on the phone. Somehow he managed to dial 911 instead and was thinking to himself, I know it's not quite right but it sounds familiar, it sure did when they answered the phone "911, what's your emergency?" Now, anyone who knows Mike knows what a panic he would be in. When we got back from band, he told us what happened and that the RCMP still have to make a check on the house. Thankfully we got an RCMP officer with a sense of humor, but I'm sure all the neighbors are wondering....hmmmm...