The man who likes to play twenty questions

My phone rings a million times a day. Well, not really, but some weeks are just less than fabulous, so it feels like the thing won’t stop. I’m so glad my clients actually prefer email, though if they were the ones calling rather than Google robots reminding me to update my free listing, the whole experience would be much improved.

When my phone goes off, half the time it’s their bots, other bots, and people trying to sell me things. The other half of the time it’s my husband playing twenty questions.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Have you eaten?”

“Have you left the house? Yes, I know you work from home, but have you seen people!?”

“Did you remember to take your vitamins today?”

“Turn on the radio to NPR. It’s linguistics stuff. You’ll like it.”

“Have you eaten yet? No, really, it’s 3 o’clock. You need to eat.”

“I’m on my way home. Do you need anything? Are we out of eggs? I don’t want you skipping breakfast because we’re out of eggs.”

“I love you and I’ve missed you all day. Think you can come help me bring in the groceries?”

All day long this man calls me. What does he think will happen if he’s not calling me? That I won’t eat, work in my pajamas all day, push all my meetings over two days, suffer a drop in iron, get the I’m-low-on-B12 blues, and fail to procure food for us?!

Well sometimes he’s just right.

Thank you for making the week not suck, honey.

P.S. I know the week isn’t over yet, but it’s felt like a month, so thank you early.

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