Jon went out drinking with a few ER people on Thursday, and it took
until Sunday night to fix all the problems related to his night on the
town. First, he lost his Nextel, with which it is nearly
impossible for him to work. Friday, the day I worked, and he was
supposed to be homeschooling the kids, he spent searching for his phone
in bars and UVA shuttle busses. It finally turned up in a nurse's
truck on Sunday morning. Then, Sunday night, we discovered his
credit card had been missing since his night out on Thursday.
Sigh. We cancelled it, and luckily for us, there were no
unauthorized charges on it.
Funnily enough, while cleaning out my desk, I came across this note,
scrawled on a greasy placemat. I think I even mentioned it here,
at the time.
4-8-05
Dear Eileen (sic)
We
are sorry we spilled wine all over your nice husband, Jonathan.
The only stain on his crotch is wine as of 10:32 PM.
The Reese Witherspoon
Vanity Fair is entertaining, but as an adaptation of the novel, it is really superficial.
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You will find this highly amusing, I am sure, but your life is quite dramatic, funny, and fascinating.
You call his cellphone a Nextel? In that case I just Bell Mobility-ed someone. :)
All I ever lose are my gloves. Even if I'm totally sloshed my credit card and housekeys are always safe.
Here, please go read these lyrics, and pass them on to your hubby:
http://www.lyricsforall.com/display/lyric/6089/1516246959/Joe+Nichols/Tequila+Makes+Her+Clothes+Fall+Off/
Ok, I have one of those too...we call it a Mike.
lefthanded
in cold, wet, miserable Cardiff, Wales, UK.