Friday, October 12, 2007

Tit for Tat

Today as I was pulling into the driveway after running the kids around all morning I got a call from Tyler. This is how it went:
"Hey Babe. What are ya doin'?"
"Nothin'. I just pulled into the driveway and I'm finishing up Caylee's book order to turn in when I pick her up in a bit."
"Oh, you got all the kids dropped off then?"
"Yeah. How's your morning? Are you getting a lot done?"
"It's goin'. I sure like our new office. I'm diggin' it."
"Good, good. What's up?"
"Well, Scott Brown just called, ya know," [aaahhhhh, now I get why I'm getting such an early-in-the-morning phone call] "and he's thinking we should go on one more fishing trip before the end of the year."
[I'm quiet at this point.]
"What do you think?"
"Ugh, I guess it would depend on when and where and how long you're gonna be gone."
"Well, we're thinking sometime in November to maybe Lee's Ferry or maybe even up to Provo."
[I'm still quiet at this point.]
"So, what do you think?"
[Pause] "What weekend?"
"How 'bout the second weekend?"
"Ugh, you're playing in that golf tournament with Sam Dommer Friday and Saturday; you could go the weekend after. "
"Oh yeah, that's right."
"However that second weekend is a 3 day weekend; you'll have that Monday off; the kids will be on track break . . ."
"I've got that golf tournament with the bank on that Monday. Remember? Every year? The Veteran's tournament?"
"Okay, so you're going to be golfing Friday, Saturday, Monday, and then leave Thursday, Friday, and Saturday? That 3rd weekend is the Beehive Conference."
"What does that mean? Do you have to go somewhere for that?"
"No, it's in town at the stake center; it's set up and stuff."
"Soooooo, what are you thinking?"
[Pause] "Okay. Honestly, I am thinking you've kicked my butt in days gone from home this year and I feel like I should get something out of "one last fishing trip this year" because I'm not feeling generous. But I should be nice and let you go, cuz I know you love it and you've been working really hard. But I guess I am feeling pretty picked on if you leave me again for a fishing trip when I am all pregnant and crazy." [Yes, I pulled that card]
"Okay, what do you want to do?"
"I dunno. I'm looking at the calendar. Megan's wedding is that first weekend in November and Mom had asked me if I could go with her, but I didn't feel like it's fair for me to away. Or I was thinking I want to take Caylee to LA to go see Wicked for Christmas or something. So, I don't know what to swap for."
"Do both."
"Really, okay. Alrighty, have fun on your fishing trip then. I'll talk to you later; I'm going inside. Love you."

I LOVE MY HUSBAND's TAT!

10 comments:

Tristen said...

You are too funny! I love that you got such a great end of that deal! Shows how badly he wanted to golf and fish!

Jerolyn said...

Must BE NICE an ALL's!!!

Erin said...

I'm thinking you could have squeezed in a wee bit more than THAT! Sounds like he was up for anything....like maybe a shopping spree tomorrow night or somethin'.

Beth said...

And, I love his TAT too, if it gets you free to go with me to Idaho. I'm super stoked. Erin,I SO wish you didn't have your Super Saturday. Are you sure you can't ditch it?

Erin said...

Uh...no. I'm sorry I'll be missing that fine little weekend of yours & all of the great 'discussions' you'll be having.

The RealFatman said...

Thank goodness I got a blog and it was sooo awesomely worth it!!! You owned Tylers Face!!

Taralee said...

DUDE that is SO so so how we are!! I loved reading that dialog. Yep, that's why I'm here in Minnesota for 4 days without any kids. I'm not gonna get jipped :) (Oh and our husbands met each other last week at some scout thing)

Stac said...

uh.... throw a w into tyler's tat and he's a whole now man (woman?)

Kourtney said...

That's what I'm talking about! I'm due for some fun. Frankie's been having ALL the fun. I'm ready for my "tat" after all his "tit". Know what I'm sayin'??

chris jenkins said...

you're so freakin' lucky - you will have to teach me that technique because that never works for me!