What else can you do but laugh?
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Adam came home early. He arrived wet but safe late last night.
Oh, how the rain pounded.
This morning, after my morning errands at work, I got a message that Adam called and said that I wouldn't be happy (but he was laughing). When I called him back, this was the conversation:
Me: Hi. Okay, what won't I be happy about?
Adam: Ohh. Okay, first, let me tell you that I love you.
Me: *sigh* Great. Where are you going?
Adam: (in an "I'm sorry" voice) Boston.
Me: Why are you going to Boston?
Adam: Because [two of his coworkers] have been running a conference there with 150 machines and they're in over their heads. So I will be flying out at eleven to come rescue them.
Me: Flying, huh? Must be urgent. How long will you be gone?
Adam: (in an "I'm sorry" voice) I'll be back on Friday.
Me: *sigh* Okay, honey. Can you leave me some cash so I can go grocery shopping until you get back?
Adam: Yeah, I'll leave you a hundred. I'm sorry. I love you. You're probably mad at me.
Me: Oh, no, I'm not mad. Not at all. This is your job. You're the best at what you do. But your boss owes you some fucking compensation. I want a new electric box and I want him to pay to install our dishwasher!
Adam: *laugh* Yeah, I'm gonna talk to him about that. I love you.
Me: Love you too. Be safe. I know you hate planes.
Adam: Thank the gods I am getting a promotion and a raise.
Me: No shit.
My life is amusing.
It may be irritating, but he loves the job, and his boss does treat him well, and it's a paycheck, and it's a very good job. But we have gotten into this fantastic routine, where he'll warn me that he has to leave either very soon or for more than a week, by saying in a boyish apologetic voice, "First, I love you. Second, I'm sorry." And I will sigh and roll my eyes and smile knowingly and ask, "Where are you going and for how long, and are you driving or flying?"
Routine in a marriage can be a lovely thing.
EDIT, several hours later: His flight has been severely delayed due to weather (duh). He won't be back till Saturday now.
Oh, how the rain pounded.
This morning, after my morning errands at work, I got a message that Adam called and said that I wouldn't be happy (but he was laughing). When I called him back, this was the conversation:
Me: Hi. Okay, what won't I be happy about?
Adam: Ohh. Okay, first, let me tell you that I love you.
Me: *sigh* Great. Where are you going?
Adam: (in an "I'm sorry" voice) Boston.
Me: Why are you going to Boston?
Adam: Because [two of his coworkers] have been running a conference there with 150 machines and they're in over their heads. So I will be flying out at eleven to come rescue them.
Me: Flying, huh? Must be urgent. How long will you be gone?
Adam: (in an "I'm sorry" voice) I'll be back on Friday.
Me: *sigh* Okay, honey. Can you leave me some cash so I can go grocery shopping until you get back?
Adam: Yeah, I'll leave you a hundred. I'm sorry. I love you. You're probably mad at me.
Me: Oh, no, I'm not mad. Not at all. This is your job. You're the best at what you do. But your boss owes you some fucking compensation. I want a new electric box and I want him to pay to install our dishwasher!
Adam: *laugh* Yeah, I'm gonna talk to him about that. I love you.
Me: Love you too. Be safe. I know you hate planes.
Adam: Thank the gods I am getting a promotion and a raise.
Me: No shit.
My life is amusing.
It may be irritating, but he loves the job, and his boss does treat him well, and it's a paycheck, and it's a very good job. But we have gotten into this fantastic routine, where he'll warn me that he has to leave either very soon or for more than a week, by saying in a boyish apologetic voice, "First, I love you. Second, I'm sorry." And I will sigh and roll my eyes and smile knowingly and ask, "Where are you going and for how long, and are you driving or flying?"
Routine in a marriage can be a lovely thing.
EDIT, several hours later: His flight has been severely delayed due to weather (duh). He won't be back till Saturday now.
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