Honey, we need to talk.

I'm at work today doing very important things like checking out tmz.com to learn if Nicole Richie had her baby and admiring the beauty that is the Affleck family. Oh, and talking to my hard-to-please resident who is unhappy with the snowplowing. Sister, we just got hit with 10 inches of snow in the last few days. Give the poor men a break. They are working hard in these freezing temperatures.

Anyway, while I was busy slaving away, my husband and son stop in to pay me visit. My Sweet Tommy has the day off and he and Logan are making the rounds. I was their first stop. Logan walked into my office and stripped off all his winter gear and settled in for a long stay. He and his hat-head proceeded to unload his bag of goodies. He told his daddy that I don't eat healthy enough (Son, you are 5! What do you know from healthy?) and he brought me a supply of apples, oranges and bananas. He really is a lovebug. Then he ran off to raid my candy dish and see what was on tv in the clubhouse.

My Sweet Tommy stayed in my office and made some casual chit-chat about his plans to go spend Logan's gift card at Kmart and go sledding. I proceeded to give him a list of various products he could pick up for me (you really have to love a man who is willing to pick up hair care products and feminine supplies).

Then he spoke the words we all hate to hear. "Honey", he said. "Do you think we can sit down and have a talk tonight?" Who wants to hear those words I ask you? I told him of course I would be thrilled to have a chat. Did he have anything specific he needed to discuss?

Oh yes, my friends, he does. But he would not share. Instead he kissed me, said he loved me and left. So we will all have to wait until tonight after I eat the dinner he has lovingly prepared (and he is indeed a good cook) and he is ready to have this heart-to-heart.

In the meantime, I think I'll head on over to people.com and see what's going on with those sad little Spears girls. They could sure use a little Come to Jesus from my mom.

UPDATE:

My Sweet Tommy and I had our little talk tonight. It seems that I went over my text messaging limit. To the tune of about $40.00. This is a point of consternation with us occasionally. My husband doesn't understand my need to communicate via text message from my cell phone. You see, I might be in a boring business meeting and have the urge to share my pain with a friend. Or, I may be sitting in a doctor's office and need to tell Sassy something that cannot be spoken out loud. Therefore, I text.

My Sweet Tommy's point is that the $40.00 I spent typing words to friends, could have been spent in other places. Like on a date. Together. Or, a fabulous sweater on sale at Macy's. I agreed that I was wrong. I do feel bad.

At the end of our discussion, he informed me that he increased my text messaging package. So, for an additional $5.00 I can send out 1000 messages a month. And still have money left for romance...or a new sweater.


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