Thursday, February 26, 2009

Turtle pie, 6 missed phone calls and an 18 car pile-up.

I mentioned that for Lent Bryan and I decided to give up sweets and that on Tuesday night we had lots of goodies. Well, come yesterday, we still had half of the turtle pie left. Bryan and our friend, Jolene, had a conversation over it resulting in Bryan and I wanting to take it on over to her. Especially since she is massively pregnant. I know how that goes.
Bryan and I had to send a letter out to this Warranty Service place so they wouldn't charge us because they were crazy and wouldn't let up. So, they got Bryan to agree with a $1 down payment but were planning on charging us a whopping $400 a month for 6 months. Well, we didn't need it nor could afford it so Bryan called to cancel it and they wanted a signed letter saying we didn't want it. I had been on Bryan for 3 weeks trying to get him to write a three sentence letter but he kept putting it off. On Tuesday night I sat down with Bryan and said, "We are writing this stinkin letter."
So yesterday I hollered at Bryan telling him I was going to run to the post office, because the warranty people were not going to make it easy on me to just send a letter but also wanting back all the info that they sent to us wouldn't fit into a regular envelope.
Off I went, not forgetting to grab the pie to take to Jolene's. I got the letter sent off resulting in it costing us $3.95 to tell them we didn't want the stuff and then I made my way over to Jolene's. I didn't plan on staying long but enough to offer her half a gift (the half pie) and to chat and see how she was doing. Well, of course I thoroughly enjoy Jolene and, also of course, I left my purse out in the car, and we got to talking. Since I left Amelia with Bryan I figured that if he needed me that he would remember I was running over to Jolene's and he would call me there.
At 6, an hour or so later, I decided I needed to get home so Bryan and I could ready to leave for Emily's and youth group. I get in the car and hear my phone ringing. By the time I got to the stinkin' thing it had stopped ringing. I look to see that I have 6 missed calls (from Bryan) and have to call Bryan back. He answers, panicked, wondering where I'm at. I ask if he remembered that I was going to take the pie to Jolene. He tells me that, no, he forgot and thought I was injured in an 18 car pile-up, lying on the side of the road.
Oops.
I repeatedly apologize because I had no intention on freaking him out. When I got home he was still in a frenzy, breathing hard, stressed. Poor guy. We had to laugh about later, well, at least I did.

Lesson learned. Take my phone with me everywhere and make sure Bryan is looking directly at me while I tell him exactly where I am going.

1 comment:

  1. I'm with Bryan. Husbands don't like it when wives forget/don't answer their phones, especially when crazy things are happening. Not that I know from experience or anything. . .

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