So, okay, it's been a day. For the third day. Mostly because DH just hasn't called in three days now.
The first day, I figured he was busy. No biggie.
The second day, I was already panicking. You see, the second day was his birthday. It's been our running joke for the year because last year I forgot his birthday.
(I have to interject: I did NOT forget it was his birthday. I forgot that that particular day was already the 26th. There IS a difference, right?)
He's a guy who likes attention on his birthday. So I was definitely worried when he didn't call yesterday. And then today, nothing yet. I'm in half a panic, trying not to be.
I keep telling myself it could be internet costs. They raised the rates, RETROACTIVELY. By a HUGE amount. AFTER he downloaded 629 MB of pictures, they mentioned rates had gone up to $1 a MB!
So I wouldn't be surprised if he got a bill for $2,000 and threw his computer in his suitcase or something. Or maybe the company cut service and is setting up one with a new company; they had been making noises of doing that.
Or maybe something's wrong.
Anyway, you remember when the Hot Cop came and got my keys out of the car when I was locked in my house?
Well, I took the house key off DH's set and hid it outside. Brilliant, no?
Last week, I locked myself out of the house. No biggie. I was so proud of myself, because I went and got the key and got in the house! Brilliant method!
And then I put that spare key on my table.
You know where this is leading, I bet.
Last night, there were two keysets: DH's car keys without the house key, and mine, with the house key. I looked at DH's and said no, that's the wrong one. I went and picked up my set with the house key. I locked the door, walked outside.
And looked in my hand. DH's car keys were in my hand.
So I tried for three hours to break into my house. I even tried to break a window, but I couldn't get it to break. (I figured it would be cheaper to replace window than to get a locksmith.)
So I call a locksmith. He comes out, a cutie twentysomething who called his girl an "Angel" in a delicious Russian accent. "You're an Angel, is what you are. Do you want me to pick something up on the way home?"
I liked him after that.
Except he couldn't pick my lock. He had to drill a hole through it. Twice. What annoyed the heck out of me is that I COULD HAVE BOUGHT A DRILL AND DONE THAT FOR A QUARTER OF THE PRICE!!!!!
Where is DH? I hope he's okay. It could be a storm, I guess.