Jacob took my car for servicing tonight. It needed an oil change, and for some reason our automatic pressure sensors on the tires were wacky. One does not want to fill the RF with 77 lbs of pressure when in reality its the LR that is low. However when the car doesn’t tell one this bad, bad, bad things can happen if ones wife weren’t in the car saying “honey, but the number isn’t changing” OOPS. So he was out when the phone rang.
Now thanks to modern technology, we have this gadget on our phone and its called caller ID. Its a new fangled invention I am sure because my father in law insists on announcing himself when he calls. “Hello this is Danny L, Jacob’s father” when ever I answer the phone. Really? Daniel L coming up on the phone wasn’t a dead give away, but I will play along anyway. What was funnier was when he says “Who is this?” Well lets narrow it down, we have a dog but she as of yet hasn’t figured out how to effectively answer the phone. The cat, well she is useful only to chew through the power cord of said phone. So that would leave Jacob or I, and since Jacob’s voice is far deeper than mine odds are its SUSAN . So I proceed to tell “Danny” that Jacob has the car at the dealership.
We then get into “well WE haven’t seen or heard from you in awhile so WE were starting to get worried. Ok, now MIL works for the same health care organization that I work for. I took her off of time out on Friday. Now I know you two don’t like each other much, but really she failed to mention that we chatted? Some how I don’t think so. Anyway, I told him Jacob was sick, and then got me sick, and that since the miscarriage I just haven’t felt like seeing many people. Which has been true. I then asked if he wanted me to have Jacob call when he gets home. He apologized for bothering me, and then proceeds to LEAVE HIS PHONE NUMBER. Seriously.
So Jacob gets home, and I tell him that his dad called, and wants him to call back. I thought I would have to fight him because I usually do when it comes to calling his folks. Surprise, surprise he calls. NOT from the number I have “written down” but from memory. I know, its amazing he remembered his parents phone number! Anyway, as I listen to the conversation I hear: “No, really I was sick she was serious” followed up with “Yes, I really was out. I had to take the car…” Lastly, we are apparently going over for Memorial Day. Great. Someone please pray for rain, or pneumonia. Heck, I conceived after having GYN surgery and then the flu…so I can survive pneumonia…but after 14 years I can’t survive another holiday with the in-laws. Seriously…its been 14 years, and oh hell who am I kidding…guess where I am spending Memorial Day…