We’ve got a weird combination of boring conversations:
ME: Can we work on getting the media room more set up this weekend?
HIM: Yeah, we can do that. Maybe get some space for dog pillows? Oh, and I can put the latch on the storage shed.
ME: That would be nice. Thank you.
… And dramatic ones:
ME: … So basically I’ve been freaking out all day and I’m—
HIM: Yeah, this is… I don’t even know what we’re going to do.
The first is so dull I felt stupid even typing it out for you. The second… refers to a situation that has been building, yet the full shittiness was only just revealed to me. And don’t want to vent about it here because, frankly, I just sent y’all on my emotional Tower of Terror and that’s not what this blog is supposed to be.
(checks site description)
Yeah, apparently this is meant to be a humor blog. Holy fuck, have we got off-track or what?
If I only hint that there’s a whole thing going on… oof, I can already feel your collective outrage.
I propose a compromise: I will tell you all about it after we have some fun.
What kind of fun?
Oh, I think it’s time for another edition of…
Okay, so my day had been shitty and dramatic and had included a visit from An Official Person who told me all sorts of Things that put our world into a tailspin. I waited as long as I could stand—shout out to Alexander Hamilton for his assistance in containing my panic—before calling Husband, who was Unavailable. So I texted him, laying out the situation.
Yet somehow, when he called at the end of the day, he was unaware of what all had gone down. How? He hadn’t actually got all my texts.
Naturally I exploded when he got home, spewing anxiety-confetti all over him.
ME: … And it was just a really bad day for your phone to be on the fritz!
HIM: It wasn’t on the fritz.
This is where you come in.
- I sent several messages explaining that day’s dramalympics as they unfolded.
- Calls to Husband’s phone initially went straight to voicemail.
- Husband received only some of the texts I sent, leaving him unaware of why I was upset (“Wait, what guy? Why are you so upset?”)
What do you think his explanation was for his phone’s behavior?
I’ll give you a hint, and only because it was my first thought and he’d already refuted it:
No, he did not turn his phone off or mute it.
Guess away, and I’ll see you in the comments!