Transcript of a Telephone Conversation
About an hour ago, the phone rang. I could tell from the caller ID that it was my husband...
Me: Hello.
Husband: Okay, I'm afraid you're going to get mad about this...
Me: YOU'RE GOING TO THE GAME?!?!
Husband: Um, yeah.
Me: *seethes with jealous envy and envious jealousy*
Husband: *explains circumstances*
Me: *is enviouser and enviouser*
Husband: I told them you'd be mad.
Me: *tries to think of a way to convincingly masquerade as husband* *fails*
Ah, well...
GO ASTROS!!!
Me: Hello.
Husband: Okay, I'm afraid you're going to get mad about this...
Me: YOU'RE GOING TO THE GAME?!?!
Husband: Um, yeah.
Me: *seethes with jealous envy and envious jealousy*
Husband: *explains circumstances*
Me: *is enviouser and enviouser*
Husband: I told them you'd be mad.
Me: *tries to think of a way to convincingly masquerade as husband* *fails*
Ah, well...
GO ASTROS!!!