So, remember yesterday? The asparagus?
Yeah.
Today, I met with a couple of friends and a recruiter friend, looking at potential jobs for them in the future.
One was scheduled at 3 p.m., the other at 4 p.m.
My recruiter friend was unable to print the resumes, so I run by the house first, to do a quick print. I find I’m out of paper, I have a paper jam, it’s only one wreck after another, and ThatManILove’s phone is ringing off the wall.
I can tell he’s having trouble, plus he needs an email address from me right.now. and his phone is just cutting off calls right and left.
He realized what was going on before I did.
ThatManILove: Babe...did you leave my truck running?
Me: No. Well, maybe! Oh, shoot!!! I did!!!
His truck has a bluetooth, and it was trying to pick up every call. AND they were all business calls! I’m such a dork!
I finally get everything printed, and get out of there, and now both of us are highly stressed out.
I got to the designated coffee house, and realized...my phone’s almost dead. My computer’s almost dead.
And then, I have a brain wave, and realize I’m in ThatManILove’s truck. Which has a constant electric converter installed.
I go out to the truck, plug my gear in, and decided to text ThatManILove so he won’t worry if he tries to reach me. I tell him to call me on my friend’s cell phone.
Or, I thought I did.
My friend walks into the coffee shop, with a huge grin on his face.
James: I think I got the wrong text.
Me: What?
James: I think I got a text you were sending to your husband.
Here’s a REAL copy of what went down. I don't know who laughed more. Me? ThatManILove, or my friend James.
Asparrrrrragussss!!!
It's never boring around here!
Friday morning, I went to the gym, then to the grocery store.
Our local HEB is amazing at 6:10 a.m.
The shelves are almost full, the stockers working furiously.
There is a special fresh asparagus I love, packaged. I grabbed 6 packages, none to expire prior to 1/20/13. YAY. Score!
I come home, lug in three flats of water before ThatManILove, who is furiously working on a super major major project on his computer, even realizes it. And the groceries, too.
TMIL: Babe. I’m sorry.
Me: No big! I’m good.
And I start unloading groceries, trying to be quiet.
I get to the asparagus. And I just have to celebrate.
Me: Babe. I knocked it out of the park on this asparagus.
TMIL: (gets up from the table) Babe, I gotta talk to you. I really cannot get distracted. And your tone startled me! Why would you be upset at this time of the morning?? Please, I’m almost at the deadline, I’m really making headway and…What? Where are you going?
(About at the headway part, I actually stuck my fingers in my ears, turned around, and headed for the bedroom.)
(Oh, yes, I did.) (I'm like 10 years old or something.)
TMIL: What’s going on? Why would you have that tone this morning? Are you okay?
Me: Listen to me. Let me tell the story from my perspective.
TMIL: What perspective? I know exactly how this went down.
We are flat talking over each other. He thinks he’s right. I know I’m right (and therein, the mystery ends. If it doesn’t, it should. Ya know??).
We finally get quiet.
Me: Yeah? Wanna listen, then? Let me paint you a picture.
He did decide to listen. I talked. He looked at me quizzically.
TMIL: Seriously?? Babe?? That's what happened?
Me: Seriously. Freaking asparagus. I guess I needed to celebrate asparagus.
We laughed.
I’m so proud of the work he’s doing on this project but hooooooly mooooooly it’s taking a lot out of him!
It’s never boring around here.
