Sep 17 2007
Hello, It’s Me
9:45 a.m. Ring, Ring, Ring
Mr. Hot: “Are you busy?”
Hotfessional: “Um, never too busy to talk to you honey, what’s up?”
Mr. Hot: “Do you know Shortman’s Level 1 driver’s license number?”
Hotfessional: “? Uh, No, it’s probably on his permit - in his wallet, in his backpack, at school.”
Mr. Hot: “Fuck. I need it to make the appointment for his road test.”
……10 minutes of conversation about nothing - including his plans to go running (make me feel guilty for the box of animal crackers I just ate, eh?) and the Lions coach’s news conference - later……
Hotfessional: “Okay, bye, I’ll talk to you later. I love you.”
Recap: Why would I know Shortman’s driver’s permit #? I barely know my own social security number. I got a new cell phone 3 months ago and have no idea what the number is. I have to look it up ON THE PHONE in order to give it to anyone. (Which, by itself, is pretty amazing that I figured out how to do that…..and I can usually do it without hanging up on the caller!)
But, okay, so maybe I had some reason to memorize Shortman’s permit number. I guess it could have happened. Also, I could have discovered a cure for the common cold and made millions of dollars and been on my way to the private island that I bought in the South Pacific.
11:00 a.m. Ring, Ring, Ring
Mr. Hot: “Are you busy?”
Hotfessional: “Not really, just hung up from a security meeting. What’s up?”
Mr. Hot: “Going to take the dog for a walk.”
Hotfessional: “Okay. Don’t forget Shortman’s doctor’s appointment today. “
Mr. Hot: “Oh, that’s right. Okay.”
…….10 minutes of conversation about nothing - including the dog next door that comes over and pees on my rhododenron bushes (it’s her grandson’s dog, he’s staying there, and she refuses to let it in the house) and the birdhouse that my dad built and brought over yesterday - later ……
Hotfessional: “Okay, bye, I’ll talk to you later. I love you”
Recap: He’s taking the dog for a walk. He takes the dog for a walk every day. Honest. But y’know, in case I call him (always on his cell, we got rid of our landline), I’ll know he’s walking the dog. Because, it’s important that I know that he’ll be walking the dog in case I call. For what? No clue. To talk about the birdhouse some more I guess.
12:37 p.m. Ring, Ring, Ring
Mr. Hot: “Are you busy?”
Hotfessional: “Writing a report and getting ready for another meeting in 20 minutes.”
Mr. Hot: “Oh, okay, so did you talk to Robert?” (Robert = stockbroker brother in law)
Hotfessional: “Yes, and he wants to know if we’re coming down to West-by-gawd-Virginia any time soon. I told him NYO wants us to come to a game, but I didn’t know if it was going to fit in the schedule.”
Mr. Hot: “Yea, that’s a pretty long ride for a weekend.”
Hotfessional: “Anyway, I told him you’d call him later. I have his cell number.”
Mr. Hot: “Awwwww, I HATE talking on the phone.”
Hotfessional: “……………………………….”
Um, people? My darling readers? This man called me 3 times in the 5 hours after I left for work this morning. Three times. And he hates talking on the phone? WTF?
What do we talk about? Nothing. Nada. Zip-oh-la. Apparently he calls just to hear my dulcet tones. (snort)
—- Remember this? I use up all my words before Noon. Just being on the phone with my husband. I love this man. I really do - more than life itself. But if we were to measure just who hates talking on the phone more? PWNED.—-
HOT LOVE
I think those phone conversations - especially three in less than five hours - that are about absolutely nothing, are signs of true love. (Of course I’d say that because *I’m* the culprit in my marriage.)
Marianne,
Yep. We are still like newlyweds after 17 years (on 9/28). It’s just too funny not to post about sometimes. The excuses he makes to call. (Like how I didn’t ‘fess up to any of the ones I make????)
OMG you said “pwned!” Whose the gamer? I sense it isn’t you…
The Pro will call and ask me if I know a child’s health insurance ID number, assuming, I guess, that I have those stored away somewhere in my mental filing cabinet.
He’ll also call to ask if I know where various refrigerated items are, because Oprah forbid HE MOVE THE DAMN GALLON OF MILK TO FIND SOMETHING.
Ah, love. Ain’t it grand?
I’d say it’s a normal part of marriage to have those little phone conversations. At least, it’s normal in my marriage.
Marie-I confess. It’s Shortman. Have you checked out some of the gamer shirts on Cafepress.com? Too Funny.
Cupcake and Jennifer - Yep - 17 years this month. It’s why we keep them around I guess. The laughs
Holy shit, I’m your doppelganger.
My husband calls me all the time. He’s stalking me.
And we’ve been married for 19 years. On September 24.
That might just drive me a little nuts.
Poppy - I’m thrilled to have such a beautiful doppelganger. Does your Mr. Hot also give you pop quizzes on current news events? (That’s going to be the subject of a post one of these days).
Thora - it only really drives me nuts when I’m trying to concentrate on something. Or when I need alone time since I never have any
My Hubby does the same thing to me, especially if he’s home with the kids. He calls to let me know that the lab was too crowded, and he was afraid he’s miss the electrician, so he has to go back in the afternoon to do his blood draw. He calls to ask me if we’ve got any plans 7 weeks from Saturday, since he might have a chance to do a gig that night (say nothing of the fact that the calendar is on the wall in front of him, not at my office). He calls to ask what I’m planning for dinner. But if I call him for something while he’s at school (and manage to catch him at his desk- I usually call with the intention of leaving him a voicemail), he shuttles me off the phone as though I’m wasting his time!
MamaKaren - Hi! Thanks for stopping by. Sounds like you guys have the same calls as me.
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
When I used to work in an actual office, my husband would call 30 times a day, I swear. About nothing. He was just bored and lonely. Good times. Your posts are killing me lately, tee hee