Saw this on
Dooce. Can't help but post it here as well. I can relate
SOOOO well.
Once, I was on a business trip to Chicago and my wonder-husband was at home where he caught a cold. I returned to my hotel room after a long day only to check my room
voicemails. Hubby had left a stammering, jumbled melodramatic message that included him trailing off by then end leaving me to wonder if he he had passed out from the sheer
exertion of dialing me. I didn't know whether to hang up and dial 911 or jump on a plane to return home instantly.
In a panic, fearing that I would have to live a life without him, I called him back. Scared out of my mind.
He answered cheerily, "Hello?"Me "Honey, OMG, are you ok? Whats going on?"Him "Ah, I have a sore throat and I couldn't find the cough syrup. I HAD to go out and get some more. I even had to take a nap!"Me "Are you ok now? Do you need me to come home?"Him "Huh? Aren't you in Chicago? I think I slept it off."Me 'Click'Him "Hello? Anna?"Yeah - big fat BABY!