The baseball cards finally do him in.....
As most people know, Bob has many, many baseball cards. When we moved into the house, he made sure the good ones (all in notebooks) came right into the house. He allowed the other boxes of duplicates to be put in the garage. Recently we have had a mouse try to occupy the garage, so he was concerned his cards would be chewed up. I was surprised that he allowed 8 months to go by before getting them in the house (that in itself is progress). For the past week or so he has been bringing boxes in two at a time and storing them in our walk in closet (it is a BIG closet-but I told him if his cards get worms in my clothes, we're going to have an issue!).
Given that history......
I fall asleep by 9-9:30 every night. Bob tends to stay up until 12 or 1. Two nights ago I woke up to the phone ringing (I am a light sleeper). By the second ring, I wondered why he didn't answer, so I ran downstairs only to pick up the phone as it stopped ringing. Before I could even try to find Bob in the house, I wanted to check the caller i.d. As I did that, the phone began ringing again. It was Bob's cell phone. I answered it with all kinds of things going through my head...why would he be calling on the cell phone...he must not be in the house...where is he? (fear basically)
"Hey-where are you?"
"I'm at the back door."
(My mind is panicking-someone is holding him hostage outside the back door-do I open it....etc.....ok-I'm a little paranoid.)
"Why are you at the back door?"
"I went to the garage to bring in two boxes of baseball cards and I locked myself out of the house."
All fear gone......anger beginning to creep in-relief that nothing is wrong-stay calm-remember he loves!! his baseball cards-but I have to get up at 5:15 to go to work tomorrow....maybe I should just have him sleep in the garage....but I do love him and ALL men have their little antics....ok-I'll let him in, but I'll give him the "I can't believe you look" and go to bed........ by the morning (well maybe the next afternoon) it will become a joke. I thought his mother is probably looking down from heaven chuckling about Bob and his baseball cards, finally doing him in.
Given that history......
I fall asleep by 9-9:30 every night. Bob tends to stay up until 12 or 1. Two nights ago I woke up to the phone ringing (I am a light sleeper). By the second ring, I wondered why he didn't answer, so I ran downstairs only to pick up the phone as it stopped ringing. Before I could even try to find Bob in the house, I wanted to check the caller i.d. As I did that, the phone began ringing again. It was Bob's cell phone. I answered it with all kinds of things going through my head...why would he be calling on the cell phone...he must not be in the house...where is he? (fear basically)
"Hey-where are you?"
"I'm at the back door."
(My mind is panicking-someone is holding him hostage outside the back door-do I open it....etc.....ok-I'm a little paranoid.)
"Why are you at the back door?"
"I went to the garage to bring in two boxes of baseball cards and I locked myself out of the house."
All fear gone......anger beginning to creep in-relief that nothing is wrong-stay calm-remember he loves!! his baseball cards-but I have to get up at 5:15 to go to work tomorrow....maybe I should just have him sleep in the garage....but I do love him and ALL men have their little antics....ok-I'll let him in, but I'll give him the "I can't believe you look" and go to bed........ by the morning (well maybe the next afternoon) it will become a joke. I thought his mother is probably looking down from heaven chuckling about Bob and his baseball cards, finally doing him in.
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