ThatManILove is on a workover, out in the field. It’s been a doozie of a job, one little complication after another. At 5:15 p.m., he called me and told me he’d probably be leaving location and heading towards home in an hour. At 7:38 p.m., I sent him the following message:
"Hi. This is your wife.
This is your wife who's a little worried because you're not answering your phone.
This is your wife who remembers you telling her at 5:15pm that you would be heading home in an hour which was more than 2 hrs ago.
This is your wife who ACTUALLY (believe it!) Cooked Supper based on her husband's time table so eloquently described above.
The subsequent text message will be from your dogs. I suggest you communicate prior to that transmission. It could get ugly."
He's usually the best communicator. I knew he was on location, and I was a little worried that something serious had happened. He finally called me en route home from location at 9:02 pm - they had run into some problems. I told him of my concern, and he apologized. The dogs greeted him like a long lost friend, beating me to the back door - they are SUCH traitors and suckups.
ThatManILove loved supper, by the way - and my text message!