So jessie started jogging after work. But, she only runs on the nights that she works....usually 16 hour shifts. She comes home; changes into her running gear, and goes jogging. Then, after about a half an hour; she comes home, drinks 2 or 3 beers, takes a shower, and gets into bed. The only problem is that I have to clock out around 12 or 12:30. I just cannot stay awake any longer than that. So, I am sitting on the bed....watching Bill Maher of course (funny how wild and cutting edge those of our tribe really are)...anyway, so there I am...big glass of ice water...pajamas....reading and watching t.v.... back propped up by 3 pillows....cuddled into 2 comforters.....when jess comes in from work.
"Hey baby...I'm home," she says as she takes off her work clothes and tosses them on the floor by the door. "Aren't you gonna come in here and talk to me while I get ready to go run?" She walks up the stairs and sets a bag filled with gloves, used tupperware from her dinner, the last couple drops of a 2 liter of Mt. Dew, and an empty coffee thermos, onto the living room chair. "Wow...so not even a hello....and I thought you loved me." She walks to our bedroom and stands in the doorway, in her underwear, with her hands on her hips. "Hello?"
"Just hold on," I say staring at the t.v. "Gary Shandling and Sean Penn are on Bill tonight and Shandling is totally funny. It just started. You should watch it."
"No," she says, "I made a promise to myself that I would get some distance and I am gonna do it. If I wait till after the show it will be too late and I won't want to go because I will be afraid of getting up at 4:00 in the morning."
"I don't see why you only go on the nights that you work. On your days off you never even bother....It's just weird," I shift my books now and try to look at her and not at the television.
"You know that I don't get enough time on my days off...I just want to spend all of my time with you. And....you don't even care enough to get up and meet me at the door with my jogging clothes."
"Well," I sigh, "I didn't know that this was a new requirement. Let me just stop doing what I am doing....put all of these books and papers in a pile....and find your sweats. I bet I know where they are...still on the floor at the bottom of the bed."
"Noooooo," she says in an exagerated voice, "don't worry about it. I will work all day and miss you all day and you can just ignore me when I get home at around 11:30 at night....missing you," she sticks her bottom lip out.
"Fine I say," as I follow her to the bathroom and stand in the doorway while she laces her running shoes and fiddles with her earphones, "here I am...so what did you want to talk about?"
"Well...If you would have answered the phone the hundred times that I called since 10:30 you would already know."
"Yeah?"
"The weather guy on the radio said that there was a 100 % chance of snow tomorrow.....Can you believe that? You never hear that.....wow, if he is wrong he is gonna have to live up to a lot." She stands up and puts her hair into a ponytail.
I stare at her, "hmmm," I say nodding my head
"What?" she smiles, "don't you get it? Have you ever heard one of them say a hundred percent chance of anything? I called everyone...Betsy...Alice...I just dialed all of the numbers....since I couldn't get ahold of you," She kisses my forehead and walks past me into the hall. I follow her toward the living room. As she walks out the door she smiles at me, " You know....If you really loved me you would have an ice cold glass of ice water, a beer with a lime and salt, and my pajamas waiting for me in the bathroom when I get home.....Love you!" She shuts the front door behind her. I sigh as I walk to the kitchen. In the background I can hear the audience laughing hysterically
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