proof positive i need a hearing aid.

worked late tonight...not by my own choice. so i missed the call from Husband on my cell.

"...it's me....some.....day.......worst.......gas ever."

do i really need this? i know i married for better or worse, sickness and health, blah, blah, blah.
but does it really involve me hearing about his gas pains?

apparently my love should know no bounds.
like his gas.

we played phone tag for a few rounds. i bought cheese at the grocery store.

see? the day wasn't a total loss!

i talked to him finally.

me: so, how're ya doing mr. gassy pants?

him: laughs

me: what did you have for lunch?

him:(questioning tone) Chipoltle (a local burrito place. HUGE burritos)...why?

me: have you had it before?

him: yeeessssss. have you?

me: no. and it looks like i probably won't either.

him: OK...why?

me: well, that's probably what gave you the worst gas ever, right?

he pealed into hysterical laughter. i guess with boys AND men, gas is funny.

him: glasses (gasping for air). i broke my glasses and it was the worst break ever.

that was two hours ago. i think he's still laughing.