I start work at an ungodly hour, so J typically calls at about 8:00 to say good morning. It's a sweet little 2-5 minute conversation and I look forward to it daily. With that being said, after our conversation today - He. Is. Fired.
I told him I needed to go by the store on my way home because I need to get a test. We were supposed to get one when we went grocery shopping and forgot. What was his response?
"I think you should wait to test until we get back from camping."
Peeps - that would be NEXT MONDAY. I'm fairly certain he was kidding. God I hope so.
He did say it would save me from any unnecessary disappointment. While I appreciate his thoughtful concern, I would DIE. Perhaps literally. I might start spontaneously peeing on actual sticks while we are in the woods.