Last night my husband and I had a tensish conversation. I've been pretty upset since then. I've been trying to scheme and plot, but all I come up with is, "People have bigger problems than this." Over and over. I'm pretty sure Ken is trying to keep my priorities straight.
This afternoon Tom called to talk about his job, which sucks, and I had a pretty easy time not acting like a jerk (okay, I might have pressed the "quiet" function on my phone the first time he called). I like when we pull together as a team.
Still, when I got off the phone I did wonder if it hurt to drive to work with his head jammed that far up his ass.
Just curious. I didn't ask.