Last night we attended a Money Management Class at our church. While the teaching is excellent, the material great and the principles all make sense, AND we will not regret taking the class, the simple fact is, if we had a more steady income, we wouldn't struggle with managing the money!! (construction for the small business owner in this present economy coupled with moving into what is traditionally known as the slow season really compounds things)
I thought for a moment and realized that in the shadowy light of the parking lot, as Bruce had approached me with my purse, it had looked like my purse was kinda upside down. Which means things can fall out. Being a man who won't touch my purse means he would not have a clue about HOW to carry my purse. Still trying to not act anal I said as nonchalantly as I could "Oh, my cell phone must have fallen out of the pocket."
"Oh. Is that what I heard? I thought maybe a pen dropped out."
I looked back at the now locked car. I don't need my phone with me for this class. In fact I would have put it on silent for the class. So leaving it in the car , on the floor of the car, would be fine and as we were late for class, just leaving it where it was worked for me.
It never occurred to me that the pinging noise he heard happened OUTSIDE of the car.
It was raining last night.
We were in class for 90 minutes.
When we got back to the car, the first thing I did was cast around inside the car for my phone. When I did not see it on the floor of the car I exclaimed....
before he could answer I was looking under the car... in the dark.... in the rain.....
Have you ever tried to find a small black object on a black surface without any light?
It was still on. It was wet but it was still on. I dried it off and dialed a number. ring. ring. ring. it sounded a million miles away. when Bruce's voice mail came on the words sounded like they were under water. I turned it off and set it on the dashboard of the car and we drove home with the heater/defroster going.
and had another *lively* conversation about a woman's purse and why didn't he say the ping he heard was OUTSIDE the car and how could he have thought I went back and got it when I never left his side and there's a reason he doesn't like to touch my purse and so why did he and shouldn't I be commended for not acting like a control freak and do you think my phone is going to be alright?
it's not like I value the phone more than our relationship. Look, we just came from a money management class! Do you really think I want to have to PAY to replace the stupid phone before it's time for the free upgrade???
then silence reigned in the car and aside from the windshield wipers it was just me sniffing all the way home.
A night nestled in a bag of uncooked rice has my phone working just fine today, and my sweetie with his short term memory and long term grace has no recollection of any crankiness displayed by his wife.
I know. It makes me sniffly too. But he still won't touch my purse again.