My husband emailed me this morning. The title of his email was "how's it going?" His email said, "I just wanted to make sure you made it okay to work."
To which I responded, "I fell down a hole and got all dirty and ripped my pants. My hair's messed up, and I'm bleeding. But other than that, I'm just fine."
About 5 minutes later, my phone rang.
"Blah blah blah, this is Janine," I said.
"Did you really fall down a hole!?" my husband asked.
I laughed for a bit and then said, "NOOOOO!"
"I don't want to talk to you anymore," my husband told me.
End phone call.
Monday, November 07, 2005
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