Apparently the communication gods do not want me to speak with my husband while he's away. It's really pissing me off. I spent most of last night wondering why Otis didn't call me, and what was he doing that he can't even pick up the phone for five freaking seconds to call his wife and say hi?! Um, maybe I went a little psychotic. Maybe. A little.

I decided to call him one more time at 10:00 my time (11:00 his) to give him one last chance to redeem himself and be the good husband I know he is. That's when I found out he'd been trying to call me all evening and apparently my phone was going straight to voicemail. I totally blame this on Mr. Juicebox and his suggestion to update the software on my phone, which I did Monday night before going to bed. After making the discovery that Otis couldn't get through, I realized I hadn't received a call all day. (We won't go into the fact that not receiving a call all day did not surprise me. That's for another post, which I think I will entitle "PATHETIC LOSER".)

And now, NOW, Google Talk is freaking out and won't even let me sign in. Yet ANOTHER plot to keep me from communicating with my husband who is 1400 miles away. But the gods can't deter me. I still have e-mail, and if worse comes to worse, I'll send him a dang telegram! Stop.