Husbands...

So in casual texting conversation with my husband, I remind him not to sign up to take his students on any trips this summer because of the baby. You'd think this would be the end of this conversation. Not for Mr. Hodge. Mr. Hodge decided to open his big texting mouth and stick his foot inside. The conversation went as follows:

"Why? What baby?" he texted.

"Ummm...Our baby. You know, the one that's due in June." Dumbass, I'm thinking.

There's a delay of several minutes before I get another text. "You know I was just kidding, right?" he says. I can smell his fear over the layers of text messages. The fear that he'll have to sleep on the couch for the next three months. The fear I'll go hormonal pregnancy crazy on him in the middle of the night and he'll wake up without and ear. It's a scary place to be. Live in fear.

On a brighter note, we're going out for some yummy birthday dinner tonight. My birthday was actually Sunday, but none of us were feeling well enough to go anywhere. Mostly, I care about having dessert, but I'll eat my dinner first to be a good example.