I'm in the doghouse. I did a bad thing. I was insensitive, and now I must grovel and pay for it. Yesterday, Carol went home after the bridal shower, to have an evening alone. She wanted it. She needed it. After a year of unemployment, there are times she resents me breathing in the house. She just wants to be alone. I understand totally.
So, what did I do? Well, last night during the game, we were all trying to figure out why Paul Konerko wasn't playing - was he hurt, was he just sitting out. So, I called Carol. Big mistake. I could hear her anger on the phone, though she tried hard to hide it. I blew it. I invaded her "alone time." I'm screwed. I need to find a way to make it up to her. Sigh. Update: Oh, cripes... it's PMS Weekend... I don't have a chance...
2006- Let's back this off a smidge...
2005- Wait, Wait... Don't Tell Me!
2004- Hard to ignore...
2003- That's not right...