Being Female

I have a cell phone with photo capabilities. When I make a phone call a little icon appears on the screen. Now Brad is the only contact in my phone with a picture connected to his phone number. Yesterday I wanted to call him on my cell, so I kept bringing up his work phone number. The usual icon wouldn’t appear, but instead Brad’s picture and number would come up. I thought they were trying to confirm that that was indeed the contact I wanted to call. I just couldn’t figure out how to call him directly and tried about a dozen different things. Finally the light clicked on, I put the phone to my ear, and sure enough I could hear it was ringing on the other side. A very annoyed Brad picked up, “QA. This is Brad.” I lovingly said, “Hi, Sweetheart. Have I been calling you?” “Yes,” he almost growled, “And it’s very annoying.” Well, he had someone sitting at his desk, so he couldn’t talk. I was so embarrassed. He never did call me back.
That night we sat down with some ice cream and watched some television. I was full of stories. I could have helped myself and saved some of them for through out the week, but what if I forgot them? I had to tell him about my friends who have decided to have another baby, how one friend has a daughter who was getting a cast off, and so it went. Finally I smiled and said that I had nothing left to say. Brad, who was honestly listening with great patience, pressed play on our movie. Within two minutes I was reminded of an out-of-this-world praise report I had heard in the morning. I commented on the fact that he would truly thank me after hearing this story, but that I would wait until tomorrow. That wonderful man of mine waited a whole five seconds before pressing pause and turning to me to listen to my story. Well, of course, I took my opportunity to tell him and while he never thanked me outright for sharing the story he did say that that was an amazing story.
I then shut my mouth and kept my thoughts to myself. I really want to work on not overloading him with so much talking at the end of the day. I’ve read Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. My good husband.