Communications or lack thereof.

"It's a bit dangerous out there, and I guess men have to choose between marriage and death. I guess they figure that with marriage at least they get meals. But then they get married and find out we don't cook anymore." - Rita Rudner

Tonight was one of those rare nights where Camille was actually in the mood to cook. So naturally since I'm on call, I get called out because one of the night guys has disappeared for hours on end and isn't answering his phone. So much for dinner. Grr. Oh and guess what, I change back into my work clothes, drive 40 minutes to the store and just as I'm ready to pull into the parking lot, the guy comes back and says he'll take the calls back and that I can go home. Talk about frustrating.

It did get funny once I got home however as earlier in the day, Camille had bought flowers for the bed that runs along the front of the house. I get home and she has started planting them. I walk up the steps and she says " I have no clue what I'm doing, come back out here and help me. and I keep digging up worms." I come back out and she's planted them all right, but she never bothered to split out the plants. She removed the plastic from the six pack of petunias and just planted the thing whole, without separating them. So I show her how to separate and plant the things and just for kicks I threw a worm at her and told her to get used to them if she was gonna plant stuff.

We did manage to eat together tonight after all the planting had been done which made for a nice end to a hectic day.