sometimes i'm right.
sometimes i'm wrong.
but just so you know ahead of time.
you are totally going to side with me on this one.
now i'm not one for airing dirty laundry.
well, unless i think it's funny
but ronnie legitimately had me worried tonight... and then mad.
he gets off from work at 3:30 everyday.
i talked to him at 4:00 and he was just leaving.
that means he should be home by a quarter to five.
i got home at five and he wasn't there.
i had to leave by 5:20 for a dinner.
so i call him.
no answer.
i call him once i get to the restaurant.
no answer.
i call him when i get my food.
no answer.
i call him when i'm paying my bill around 7pm
and he finally answers.
hallelujah!
i was seriously concerned he had been in a car wreck
and was freaking anxious to get home.
during this time, i had also (maybe) called his friend/coworker a few dozen times too.
i was just trying to see when he left so i could pinpoint his e.t.a.
then ronnie has the nerve to be irritated with me for calling him so much.
(i think i should add here that if he had picked up his phone the first time, then i wouldn't have been calling every 30 minutes.)
he ended up having to go back to work on something after i talked to him at 4:00
and got home late, but had been home since 6:00.
he said he was in a bad mood and didn't feel like talking.
you want to see not talking?
oh, i will show you not talking.
but at least he's safe.
and that makes me feel a little bit better.
not as good as, let's say, a kick to the shins though.
gotta love him.
Welcome to my life when Andy worked with his Dad. I used to cook, in the beginning. I would have dinner waiting on my lovely husband when he walked in the door. (Sometimes 2-3 hours late, without calling AND not answering.) Granted, we did not have the luxury of a phone on our person then, so we relied on being near a phone when it rang. BUT, the courtesy of letting your significant other know you are OK, not dead in the ditch, and just working, it still basically the same. :)
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