Tuesday, December 26, 2006


1:06 p.m.

I can't believe I double posted. I AM rusty...

It's Wednesday night and I am on call for the first time since getting back from my honeymoon. You would think I'd be refreshed and excited to be back to work, but instead I'm crabby and irritated. It's raining outside and only a few days before Christmas. It could at least snow if I have to live in the Arctic tundra, I think as I read a magazine and pout in my office chair.

I look over at LHM. He is sitting on the floor trying to put a computer desk together...or I should say re-put it together.

It was originally my project and after 3 hours of nailing, drilling, and screwing, I tightened the last screw and stood back. I called LHM over to join me in admiring my work when he pointed out that one of the bottom shelf panels had somehow allegedly been screwed on backwards so that the lovely particle board side was showing.

"Oh, for hell's sake!" I threw my arms up in frustration. "I'll have to take the whole top and three sides apart to fix that!"

Pause. I looked at the desk again.

"It's fine the way it is," I said finally. "I'll just stack some books on it and nobody will be the wiser."

LHM, somehow not sensing my level of hostility and the danger he was placing himself in, chose that moment to grasp my shoulder conspiratorially, crack a wide (stupid) grin, and offer to fix the desk himself since..."Honey, everyone knows that men are better at this sort of thing, anyway."

I was debating the pros and cons of ruining his chance at fathering offspring when my pager went off.

More later...


Anonymous said...

Hey Sweetheart! So good to have you back. Missed you much. Sorry I didn't get a chance to call you back ... seems like we were both on duty last night. At least we know this part of the midwest is well taken care of. Love you Beautiful. Hope to talk again soon and glad your honeymoon went well. Pictures??
Pippy out

Polly P.I. said...


Yeah, we keep being busy. Stupid real life.

We'll have to go for lunch one of these days and catch up.

Julia Hart said...

"Men are better at this sort of thing"?
Wow. I can honestly say that I would have filleted him and served him up with some faver beans and a nice bottle of Chianti.

Your patience and tolerance astound me, Polly.

Glad to see you posting again.