Fuck the war, WHERE'S MY HUSBAND?!!!
Mar. 19th, 2003 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgEDIT: 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.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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....)
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....)
