Dutifully, I go down to the card shop, pick out a card, tell them how sorry we are, and mail it the other day.
Yesterday, my husband has an email from the guy's wife. Turns out, her mother is DY-ING. My husband MISUNDERSTOOD THAT somehow. And instead of taking that hit, in the email he reply he put, "sorry for the miscommunication". Like, MAYBE MY WIFE HEARD ME WRONG.
Hello. No.
I didn't hear anything wrong.
I will be composing an "I'm sorry, I have a jackass for a husband" reply to her somehow. But, I'm really afraid of sending it in the mail.
Labels: hdh is a jackass, i'd like to crawl under a rock party of one.

And To Think It's Only Tuesday!



