kyburg | Fuck the war, WHERE'S MY HUSBAND?!!!

EDIT: Read his side of the story in his journal....

I get home at oh, 5:30ish. Jim doesn't even get off until then, so I have half an hour to myself.

silverkun calls, checking up on me (it's a mutual thing, we check up on each other), but I ring off when I note that Jim hasn't arrived by 6:30.

I begin checking at a quarter til 7:00. There has been a HUGE accident involving a semi-trailer and three cars (all rollovers) on the 91 right where he would be getting on the freeway. I call his cell three times - it rings once and goes right to voicemail.

I call his work - he's left, and no, they don't know when he did.

I call the Highway Patrol. No, he's not in the system - either as a casualty or a breakdown. No, not even Red Escort Station Wagons.

I wait some more.

The cell phone rings at 7:22. "Hi Hon - I got stuck in surgery!"

You don't understand...so I tell him. I get a long pause. "oh."

He's getting a burger on the way home. Me, a can of Spaghetti O's.

I am so putting my feet in the fucking freezer before I jam them right in the short hairs when we go to bed tonight!

Ha, ha. Made you laugh. ALL TRUE! (Well, maybe not the freezer....)