Jamie’s flight tonight has been canceled, which means he will not make it to Calgary until late Monday afternoon due to the utter chaos at the Denver airport. Being husband-less on Christmas sucks beyond words but almost as bad is he’s also transporting all the presents.
He was snowed in yesterday and allegedly worked from home. I called later that evening to ensure he’d survived his day but I couldn’t reach him for a few hours. And then I remembered: it was the BYU football game and he wasn’t able to watch it on our satellite because I was recording something else.
I called his father.
“Duane, get my husband on the phone.”
“Who, Jamie? Oh, he’s not here.”
“You lie about as well as Haddie when she claims she doesn’t have a poopy diaper, yet the stench runneth over. I can hear the game in the background. Get him on the phone.”
[Reluctantly hands the phone over, commiserating that their cover had been blown.]
“Jamie, I’ve been worried sick about you! What on earth are you doing leaving the house in these kinds of conditions? It’s supposed to be a snow day!!!!!!”
“Honey, don’t you know? It’s a snow day from work, not football….”
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