Yesterday when I spoke to my husband, he sounded weird. He sounded out of breath. He sounded like something was really wrong. However, when I asked him what was wrong, he wouldn’t tell me. He said that he would have to tell me when I got home. I hate when I have to wait. But I waited. I went out with a friend for dinner, and I forgot about him. (not really, but lets pretend I was patient) I didn’t call him and ask again what was up (I did, but we are in a fantasy world here).
When I finally got home, I saw a new police car in the driveway. I have to admit that the first thing I thought was that he had wrecked his car and they was a loaner. Bad wife.
He had actually been given a new car! Woohoo! Good for him. After 21 years at his job, this was a very great day! Yea him! I’m so proud. He deserves it.