We all know how it goes, you run to the store to pick up a few items and you run into someone you know and they start talking.  After a few minutes you suddenly feel like you’re being held hostage by the conversation.  Me, I always look at my watch and claim I’m running late, which I usually am, giving me an excuse to excuse myself and get on with life.  When I have my Gram out shopping with me, I sometimes have to remind her repeatedly that we are on a time limit, thus usually scaring off whoever she’s talking to.  It’s always a hassle whenever someone else wants to chat and you don’t, or simply don’t have time.

Last night my husband called at 5:30pm to say he was leaving work.  I asked him to stop and pick up a few things we needed, as he works only a mile or so from the store.  The list I gave him had 5 things on it.  Five simple things, I could have told him exactly where every item was in the store, but I didn’t need to, as he spends more time there than I do.  After I hung up with him, I started supper, figuring that he would be about 45 minutes.

An hour and a half later, and still no sign of him.  I went ahead and fed the kids because supper was already getting cold.  After that I jumped in the bath tub, took my time, then got out and ate my supper…  Still no sign of my husband.

It had been over two hours since he had called, so I finally decided to call him.  I picked up cialis order prescription drugs online canadian pharmacy the home phone and dialed his cell phone and after two rings it went to his voice mail.  I knew then that he had just pressed the ignore button on his phone.  Being the smart wife that I am, I know how his cell rings different for different people, probably because I showed him how to set it up like that.  I also know that I set the ring tone for when my cell phone calls him and I picked the loudest, most annoying ring tone there is for that.  So I used my cell phone to call, knowing that he wouldn’t ignore it.

Here my Sir Talks A Lot husband had been holding an old friend in a hostage situation conversation at the grocery store, for two hours.  My gosh, that guy (the old friend) must have a lot more patience than I do to let himself be held like that.

When he got home, I scolded him about holding people hostage, and the thought went through my mind that it must be him that’s actually a blood relative of my Gram’s instead of me.  Either that or I actually married the male version of my grandmother!  Ewww…  Isn’t that a scary thought!