Comments on: Don’t worry, B is fine.

By: Clink

Clink — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 19:57:00 +0000

BABY FUTURE!!!!!!! WOOOHOOOO

By: Crystal

Crystal — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 03:11:09 +0000

Oh god, I feel your pain! When we were trying to get pregnant it took me three months to get into our OB, which we needed to do because we needed fertility drugs. Then, about a week before the appointment I’d waited for for so long, they called me and said, sorry, doctor needs to reschedule…in ANOTHER month! I cried. Luckily we got prego after only two months of Clomid so we were really lucky that way.

Anyway, glad they got you in, and YAY for baby plans!

(And I’m on your side by the way. Husbands are always wrong, don’t they know that yet??)

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 01:45:07 +0000

The part about the doctor being behind….oh yeah, I wonder why it matters that I arrive on time! Glad you got in and that you didn’t kill B.

By: Kari

Kari — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 16:42:59 +0000

Yes, my side of the story will always be that it was Megan’s idea to close ourselves in a hallway and run into each other with pillows over our heads. I’m just sayin’…

By: C-bu

C-bu — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:35:43 +0000

This truly confirms there are two sides to every story! Some are just more believable than others………for fear of getting in hot water with any more comments……..I will leave each to their own conclusions! Sounds like a sequel to “The Ransom of Red Chief.”

By: Traci

Traci — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:30:31 +0000

Funny how people with slpit personalities remember stories differently than sane people.

By: B

Wed, 19 Mar 2008 14:25:11 +0000

I feel that there are some inaccuracies in your story that need correcting. First I called you early in the morning and you answered the phone with:

M: “WHAT?”
B: “Um… just wanted to let you know I forgot my phone”
M: “Fine, goodbye”

After this exchange of pleseantries I knew the morning was not going to go well.

This is how your call to me went:

M: “Where are my KEYS!?!?!?!?!” (notice the lack of common social greeting)
B: “Oh crap they are in my pocket, I’m so sorry!”
M: “WHERE ARE THE SPARE SET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!” *sound of stuff flying through the air*
B: “ummm I don’t know….
M: *more stuff flying through the air* “I CAN”T FIND THEM?!?!?!?!?!?!”

Then dial tone. Thats right folks…. she hung up on me.

She calls back and is more in control this time… she informs me that she has looked everywhere and cannot find the keys. I inform her that I will leave work immediately.
So I race home… risking life and limb as I race along in the pouring rain. I get to the house and she is in the garage waiting for me. She looks none to happy, I present her with the keys and she promptly rips them out of my hands… Gets in the car and speeds away.

You (friends and family) are lucky to have me still around.

After I got home from work someone had kidnapped the wife I had that morning and replaced her with the “Joan Cleaver” version. I don’t think I’m going to pay the ransom to get the old one back =-P

All is well again and everything is back to normnal.

Thee End.