Eavesdropping on Your Husband's Calls

I sit here, silent, scurrying around the edge of the office. I might as well have a gag on.

Why?

CG is on a video teleconference. He did warn me because he knows I freak out that someone will see me in my workout pants, barely combed hair, and humongous, pulsating zit on my chin.

Or maybe he was afraid I would start coveting uterine ablation again. Aloud.

Must stay out of view.

They may hear my keyboard taps, but I am not here. Lalalal!

So, I am inhibited from making my usual comments and making faces at CG while he works. This stifles my creative juices

Why?

Doode! He just taught his underlings a silly, but popular Army creed.

"FIDO."

Obviously his worker bees didn't get it.

"Fuck it and drive on."

Soooo professional, don't you think? I think he wishes he was in the Army again. I don't miss it for a minute for him or me.

I think I'll cut my finger nails and start flicking them at him to skeeve him out. Nail cutting always get him.

Yes, manly former Army man who now demand plans for the world's largest ice cream company, you so sexy. Don't laugh. Must maintain composure.

Don't mind me laughing my ass off at comparing you in a blazing hot dessert with your light infantry attached platoon in Egypt barking, "FIDO," with a four nerdy minions on a geeky video teleconference discussing demands and software analysis for making fudge ripple.

Oh, wait, my professional husband is now discussing movies and "basic physics analysis" of James T. Kirk pulling someone over the edge of a cliff during his bizness call.

Geek kewl.

Yep, still eavesdropping. One of the perks of being a stay at home wife that has a work at home husband.

Oh, the opportunities for mockery.

Oh, wait. The call is ending.

He just summarized the call. "We learned some good stuff including that the XBOX really does work."

He's chatting about gaming now?

Now he just said in appropriately nerdy white boy voice, "Wut'up, G?"

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?


Blognotes: Thx for the pic courtesy of g.rohs