Here is an excerpt of a conversation I had with The Love today:
S: So, why don't you call me back when I call you? I think I may be dying.
J: (sigh) It's been a crazy day, what are you dying from?
S: Well, I noticed these bumps on my palms and...
J: (Interrupts) Do you have fever?
S: No, but these bumps are weird looking...
J: (Interrupts) Do you have them anywhere else?
S: No, but they are kinda weird looking...
J: (Interrupts) You're fine. I'll look at it when I get home.
S: Is there something I should be doing?
S: Is there something I should take?
S: Am I dying?
S: Am I too sick to cook dinner?
My poor, poor man. Just trying to make a living and put food on the table for his crazy wife. Yesterday he told me never to call again and, "tell me somethings wrong with the tv." Apparently the two times that I have done that this week, someone has died. I know, isn't that awful? I'm just not sure what would happen to me if I couldn't watch my DVR'd shows during nap time...