Eating Crow

My wonderful husband did come home earlier. Apparently when he called to tell me he was on his way, I was on the speaker phone setting on our phonebase, since OF COURSE I could not find the phone. Well, I never heard the call-waiting beep. So after I wrote how pissed I was at him, I called his work. Since he was not there, I left him a lovely message. No swear words, I don't leave those on his work voice mail, but the point of my message was clear, get your ass home before I lose my mind! Then I call his cell, and lo and behold, he answers it. Me, thinking he'd JUST gotten into his car, sternly said,"Where are you?" Where was he, you ask? TWO minutes from our house. I felt so bad, but at the same time, relieved. Sorry, honey.