A week ago I was in tears at the thought of my husband going to Saudi Arabia. He’s been before, and while I don’t dance a jig at the thought, I’m usually ok with it. However, if you remember, there were the terrible bombing in Jordon last week. It terriefied me. I didn’t want him to go. Luckily, he called me and said that they had cancelled the trip. Much relief ensued.
Yesterday, I checked my voice mail and he had called to say he would be flying out to Martinique for work. The poor bastard! He always gets the shit jobs. He called me again this morning from the airport and I gave him my consolences. I told him how sorry I was that he was forced to go to the Carribean and miss our 30 degree weather. All I gotta say is, come January, I’m looking at cruises.