Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Call the FBI, I've been kidnapped

It is common to hear how pregnancy will cause emotional swings, but I had no idea what that would mean.

Sure, Kristi has been a bit more moody the last couple of weeks. As we talk she has fought a bit harder for ideas that seem a bit unreasonable. And yes, she has cried more lately. But it's all good. I love her, she loves me, we're going to have a baby.

On Monday I found out what all of the talk is really about because she really did go a bit wacky on me.

I was in the garage, selling some of the old Lone Star Games inventory to a local casino party operation (they will come and host a Casino Night event for your business or charity). We were outside quite a long time discussing business, chips, tables, etc. After loading up the first 17,000 chips and seeing them off I entered the house through the front door. I couldn't find Kristi, but I figured she must be in the bathroom. No big deal.

Boy was I wrong. It turns out she was simultaneously looking for me in the garage while I was looking in the house. When I wasn't there and the buyers were gone she figured it was because I was kidnapped. They must have wanted the poker chips, but didn't want to pay for them. So after taking the chips they decided to take me too.

At this point she comes stumbling into the house; trying to call my name through the sobbing. Hoping against hope I was still alive.

By the way, I was alive. I was just next to the back door, letting the dogs into the yard.

I must have related this story a half-dozen times or more, but I think it was probably William who told me the most useful information. "Jeffrey," he said, "it doesn't get any better."

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