Do NOT answer that phone...
How long have we been married? HOW LONG? Twenty years you say?? Yeah, and of those 20 years, how many of those have I spent teaching? Did I hear you say ALL OF THEM?
Well, then, you surely know by now that I am WORKING between the hours of 8:30 and 3:00, and PROBABLY at 9:30 I am doing something like, oh, perhaps keeping TWENTY FOUR 5 year-olds in line. And on the OFF CHANCE that one or two of them is listening, I might even be teaching them to READ.
So, when you call me at that time you know I am going to answer it THINKING that a LIFE ALTERING event has happened. Then, when you had the nerve to YELL at me because we were bouncing checks (again) after I told you I was working??? Yeah. I’m about as hot as, um, well, I’m just HOT. (And when I say HOT I don’t mean smokin’ gorgeous.)
So, when you come home on Friday, don’t expect that welcome home meeting that we usually have in your office. I’ll be rolling quarters and dimes in the hopes of crawling out of our negative balance.
(Next time I remind you to go the bank, don't call me a nag and just DO IT. Oh, and you might want to stop putting money in all those separate accounts of yours and just use ONE. The ONE we pay bills with.)