Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Last Call

So my computer is crap. I absolutely need a new one, but with the honeymoon coming up in November, it’s not the highest priority (and did I mention the new PT Cruiser I just bought?) It overheats to the point that I popped the side of it off and put a big fan next to it just to keep it cool.

The primary problem with this sad little system is that I can’t hear anything when I’m sitting at my desk. It not really an issue since I lost a third of my hearing when I was younger (an issue I don’t normally share with people.) In addition, over the past several years of living alone I’d gotten acclimated to only hearing the random noises of the drippy-eyed piglet (my dog, Poco). Now, I’ve got to keep an ear tuned for the random call of my wife, who sits in the other room, watching TV or surfing on her laptop. I generally don’t hear her until the third time she’s called for me. I know it’s the third time because nothing quite sounds like that third call.

“Hubby?”

(no answer)

“Alan?”

(silence)

ALAN!!!”

“Sweet Jesus! What is it?!” As I come shooting around the corner. By the time I get there I fully expect someone to have crashed through the window, buck naked, engulfed in flames (or something equally as dramatic.) Her normal response is something along the lines of “what’cha doing?”

What am I doing?” (Trying to figure out why my worst case scenario was a spontaneously combusting nudist, but that’s beside the point.) “Baby…”(stay calm…take deep breathes…) “What do you need?”

In her sweetest voice, “I just wanted to tell you I love you.”

She makes it really hard to be annoyed sometimes.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You love it!