I'm probably going to win some kind of prize here - for worst wife ever in the history of WebSleuths.
My husband works in Africa - he's a teacher. He's only home for three weeks and then back to work for nine weeks. He left two weeks ago.
He just called me (scared the bejeebers outta' me too) to let me know he's in the hospital with malaria.
I'm ashamed to admit this, but I sort of listened while I read your posts and said, uh huh...uh huh...mmmmm. Then, I just blurted out, "Sweetheart, could you call me like tomorrow -- there's a big development in the Casey Anthony case right now that I'm trying to keep up with?"
Bless his little heart, he just kind of whispered, "Oh. Oh oh. OK...I'll call back tomorrow."
"Love you!" "Love you too!" "Bye bye"
Oh I'm truly obsessed.:doh: