“Houston, we have a problem.”
I was sitting at my desk today when my phone rings. It’s my wife calling to let me know that, in a fit of paranoia (you know the whole Swine flu thing), she and her friend were calling off their planned trip to California this weekend.
On the outside I was naturally supportive. On the inside it was as if I just lost the Envoy of Mortality to a Rogue. Three whole days of bad food, beer, raiding, staying up late, and sleeping-in all vanished in an instant.
I was even going to have Brinner. /cry