You know what IFSTA, IAFF, SCBA, WSFTA, and ARFF stand for.
Your spouse's wardrobe looks like this: non-desc
You've eaten more gas-producing foods in a 24 hour period than any sane person should (unless they're a firefighter).
You know the difference between a police siren and a fire siren.
Your kids think the fire station is "Daddy's/Mommy's house".
You know where EVERYTHING is on their department's trucks.
You come to realize that the trucks at their station are their "babies" and they'll spend more time washing them and cleaning them than they do cleaning your house.
You've received more dalmation-themed collectibles than you thought humanly possible.
They ask you five thousand times if you turned the stove/oven off, and blown out all candles before leaving a room.
You know that all of your smoke detectors work.
Your spouse will not let you near the BBQ.
You know that you always have a team of highly-trained ems professionals at the ready (you know, in case a baby falls down the stairs or something).
You know that it is faster and way better to take the ambulance to the hospital.
Your single friends are always asking "Are there any single firefighters at your spouse's work?".
Your children can make good use of vaccuum hoses and rubber gloves.
Everybody knows a Firefighter, and will asume that you know them too.
You find it hard to sleep when your spouse is at work.
You get severly angry when people don't pull over for firetrucks and ambulances.
You've held more birthdays at the fire station than should be allowed.
You get to listen to stories about fires, mva's and in my case, sprinkler systems.
You've seen Backdraft 40 million times and Ladder 49 10 million more times.
You've had some of the best holiday meals at the fire station.
You've lost all sense of what a "weekend" really is due to your spouse's crazy schedule.
Your spouse goes on field trips to school and preschools once in a while.
All of the teachers want your spouse to "demonstrate" their skills for the class (yeah, right they just want to see them in their bunker gear).
You feel like the luckiest person alive when they come home off shift and send your heart a-flutter.