If I'm busy and just answer "Hello?" he feels badly and wonders what's up or wrong.
Then he always says to me...."How is your day going?"
That's a loaded question. It can bring a myraid of answers. You read my blog, you know this to be true!
Here is a sampling of a call from the other day.....
"Hey, wife! How's your day going?"
"Well....................I think I hit a bird."
"You hit a WHAT?" (He is now calculating the cost of the repair of anything I may have damaged.)
"Oh....a bird. Well, that's not bad." (Phew. No money lost here.)
Now my words all run together in a gushed outpouring, "I was driving home from school and there was a flock of birds in the field and they were all just sitting there being twitterpated and all the sudden this one flew up and flew all around and then BANG! I heard something hit my suburban. And then a cop drove by and I was sure I had a black bird splattered on the front grill of the suburban and I was sure he was going to pull me over for animal cruelty. (I paused to take a breath) But he didn't."
My husband was chuckling now. "Well, that bird won't be twitterpated anymore." He is sooooooooo compassionate. And practical.
"But I really felt badly."
"Was it a red wing blackbird?" He knows these are one of my favorite birds.
"No....it was just a black bird. I know how I'll feel better! I'll say it was a grackle!!! One less grackle in the world, hahahahaha!" (That was an evil laugh, by the way. I despise grackle's. They bully my birds and knock eggs out of mess and eat up all my bird seed.)
He chuckled. "Only you."
I think he married me just for the fun phone calls he gets to have every day. :)