Mr. Wonderful often comes home with uber exciting stories (aside by me...I really wish I could put those two cute little dots above the u in uber, you know?)...exciting stories, that he, inadvertently leaves me hanging with!
You know, he is a huge Rocky fan, and Sylvester Stallone (who, by the way, I'm kinda sorta, maybe a little bit, distantly related to by marriage...really!!) stars in Cliffhanger, so maybe the Mister is trying to channel a bit of old Sly...*snort*...or not.
First, it was this story,
His brother and sister-in-law took their 6 children and teenage niece to our state fair. Teenage niece got separated with the three youngest children, one of whom is, um, well...let's just call him, intense. BIL went one way, SIL went another and things went down hill from there.
Intense was not quite acting, well, as intensely as he usually does, the baby was freaking out, and teenage niece was desperate for some parental help. Finally found my SIL who, (and now I will use quotes from Mr. Wonderful), "realized Intense was almost having a seizure" (um...huh?)..."so they took him to the First Aid booth where they said he needed to go to the hospital. But they had to go without BIL, 'cuz they couldn't find him and they only, finally, got ahold of him after they had been at the hospital for awhile!"
Me, "Ohmygosh!!! Is he okay? What was wrong with him? Did he have a seizure? Did he have to stay in the hospital?"
The Mister, "Um, I dunno."
Me, "WHAT!!! Well, didn't you ask questions? What the heck!!!"
He, "Um, I dunno?"
Sheesh...never did find out the ending to that one.
Different brother and SIL of The Mister's had a preemie this summer. 31 weeker, did great, home by about 5 weeks. Gettin' a bit of a funky head, tho'.
My MIL nominated herself to break the news to the blissful new parents, and, here is the story I was told,
"So, mom starts out by telling a story, to break the ice a bit, about so and so's baby and it's crooked head." SIL listens intently, asking questions about so and so's baby, when BIL interjects, "WAIT!!! Stop...go back! What the matter with Preemie?"
You see, he's onto his mom by this point and sees right through her icebreaker story.
The Mister, "So, SIL has an appointment and she calls to get Preemie seen at the same time, to make sure there's no pressure on his brain, or anything."
...(silence, crickets chirping...)...Me, "Um, so what'd the doctor say?"
The Mister, "Um, I dunno."
Me, "WHAT!!!!???? Well, didn't you ask? Does he hafta see a plastic surgeon?"
The Mister, "Um, they have to see a plastic surgeon?"
Me, "I dunno!!! You're the one telling the story!"
He always leaves me hangin'! Pushes me up the cliff, huffin' and puffin', carabiners, rock pickers (or whatever rockclimbers use) then just leaves me dangle!
From now on, when he starts, I think I'm gonna ask,
"Does this story have an ending?"