I was sitting on the bed, surrounded by all the invoices saying that my bill was now in collection. (I say “I’m only paying $50 and the hospital says “No, it’s $100 and the insurance company says “Hmm…let’s see….)
Hubs comes home from work while I am in the middle of ‘negotiations’ and begins to open his mail and messages in the office. I shut the bedroom door so that I can hear myself think and concentrate.
Phone: “Ma’am, can you give me your account number?”
Hubs: (popping his head into the room.) “Who are you on the phone with?”
Phone: “Ma’am, could you repeat the last four digits?”
Hubs: “Who is it?”
Me: (gesturing furiously to please wait) “7890”
Hubs: “Is that the plumber?”
Me: “No, it’s not! Can you wait a minute?”
Phone: ” That’s not the number? ”
Me: “That’s the number!”
Hubs: “It’s the plumber?”
I swear to God I did not make that up. I’m not that clever.
But I might be clever enough to poison his dinner tonight.
ps: The bill is no longer in collection and I’m only paying $50. Yay me!