How To Be A Bad Husband: Tip #389

Julie woke me up last night at around 3am or so, handed me her watch and told me to time the contractions.

I said, "Sure!"

Then I rolled over, put the watch down on my bedside table and fell back to sleep.

I figure that if Julie WAS in labour last night, I would have received a few sound kicks to my head and had the watch firmly pressed into my grasp.

Sigh. Suffice it to say, there wasn't any actual labour. Julie's been feeling a contraction here and a contraction there, but nothing to actually indicate that Kid Furious is actually ready to make an appearance yet.

Of course, this has given Julie some stories to tell the various ladies around town that we've bumped into about how bad a husband I am :)

We're hoping that she goes into labour this weekend as Julie's doctor is going on vacation on Monday. Don't worry... We'll keep everyone posted.

Flashing The World

So I was at church this morning, running the video stuff like usual and just before the service when I thought, "Hmm... I wonder where I left my flash drive."

It wasn't in the usual pocket but I figured it was just on my dresser.

Later this afternoon, whilst giving Garrett a bath, Julie walked into the bathroom and asked if I had any important info on my flash drive.

"Not really."

"Good, because it just went through the washer and dryer."

Sigh.

Luckily the thing still works, though I was almost hoping it was wrecked so I'd have an excuse to go get a 1 gig or so drive that wasn't oddly shaped like the one I have. Ah well.

Zombie Alert

I had a VERY long weekend this past weekend. Work was fine, but the shifts were long and BORING.

The kicker was that after working a 12 hour shift on Sunday, I had to be up bright and early yesterday to do some training. I made it through, somehow. My biggest problem with the day was that when we broke for lunch, I suddenly realized that I didn't have my house keys with me. That meant that I'd either dropped them in the parking lot or worse, left them in the front door...

FOR THE PAST 4 HOURS...

I got on the phone with Julie and had her call a neighbour and thankfully they were able to get the keys out of our front door and secured in a safe spot, but man... I was worried my TV or some other piece of electronics was going to have sauntered out the front door because I was half awake when I'd left in the morning. Sigh.

Now the funny thing is that last night I received a phone call from some company trying to sell us a security system. I wanted to say, "I just left my keys in the front door for half the day and everything is fine." Gotta love small towns.

Oh Come On!

So I take Garrett to the babysitter and on the way back I stopped by the optometrist to get that screw replaced.

Only one snag.

THEY ARE CLOSED TODAY!

TODAY! TODAY OF ALL DAYS!

ARG!

Julie just let me know about a little screw replacement kit that she had, but of course, the screws don't fit my glasses.

Sigh.

I've Got A Screw Loose... Literally

I picked up my glasses this morning to clean them and suddenly *poink* out popped one of the lenses.

Annoying, yes, but not the end of the world. Julie has a little screwdriver kit on her dresser so I headed over there to get it.

That's when, for some strange reason, my butterfingers dropped my glasses. Of course, when I picked them back up the screw was missing. ARG! I spent the next 10 minutes rooting around under the bed and through her pile of books, etc. to try to find it, even enlisting Garrett's help to shine the flashlight under the bed. All to no avail. Sigh.

So now I have to drive over to the local optometrist and get a new screw. On the upside, I have a dentist appointment this morning two doors down from the optometrist, so it's not like it's out of my way. I just can't wait to drive Garrett to the babysitter and then back to Acton without my glasses. My head is going to kill me.