Then, I texted at around 6:
Me: When will you be home?
Me: Want me to meet you for dinner in Dallas?
DH: Why don't you just make some salmon?
Me: Ok. Sounds good.
DH: traffic big time. (7:15)
Me: Shoot! I just put the fish in.
DH: At least 40 minutes.
DH: Closer to an hour.
Me: sure I shouldn't meet you. I'm starving.
DH: I'm stuck. Can't meet. Grr kill me.
Me: Sorry bear.
DH: At least another 40 minutes. Maybe longer.
I was freaking out. It kept dragging on and on. I went ahead and started cooking. Then, I set up the camera to video him coming in the door. I'm sort of really embarrassed to post this. I look terrible and I cut the heads off. Plus, we have all these strange names for each other and I can't stand my voice. But here it is anyways....