That's how many times the Mr. has called me from Wally's tonight, asking this or that. (I sent him armed with the power of a grocery list ... that obviously wasn't specific enough ... :)
1st call:
What kind of cheese do I get? How big should the block be?
2nd call:
What kind of beef is good for stir fry? Does it have to be cut up already?
3rd call:
They're out of pink trident. Do you want me to get you the watermelon kind? (He knows this is particularly important since I can't eat sugar. And trident is my only form of "treat" or "candy." Even though - as a side note - I don't condone chewing gum in public. And definitely never with your mouth open)
4th call (and this one came as I was writing this post. So I had to change the title from "3 times" to "4 times"):
Do you care what kind of laundry detergent I get? I think I'll get the high efficiency kind.
My response "That's good babe. Okay, thank you."
:)
How in the world would I ever get through any sort of chronic illness without him? How did I last for almost 26 years before we got married? And seven of those with RA? I don't know. But at least I'll never have to know again!
