So I've been debating whether or not I'm ready to share this story with the world or not, and scott thinks that its worth writing into Cosmo's "Confessions" section. So here goes....
the hubby and i have been married for a little less than a year and we really do not fight that much. we do, however, tend to have BIG blow-up fights once every 4-6 months or so (it's like it all comes out at once). and these fights are U-G-L-Y! we yell. swear. and ultimately hurt each other pretty badly during these fights because we do not fight fair. we know what hurts each other and we usually go there first in one of these fights. so needless to say, when you fight like this with your significant other (or anyone for that matter) you NEVER want anyone to hear you argue. ever.
but...as we were going at it i had my phone in my hand and i did not noticed that it dialed our old church (where my mom is the secretary!!!!) now, it was a sunday afternoon so naturally all of the phone lines went straight to voicemail and no one picked up. three minutes and twenty one seconds later i realize that i had dialed the church and all fighting came to a hault (for a few minutes at least).
i didn't know who would get the voicemail or what part of the argument they would hear. i was so upset. but we started arguing again and i forgot all about it. about thirty minutes later I get a phone call from a number that I do not recognize and I let it go to voicemail. It was a man from our church calling to tell me that he had received a voicemail of me and the hubby arguing and he wanted to see if I was in any danger and if there was a reason i had called the church!!!!
i didn't call him back. and luckily i don't know him very well so i had hoped that that would be the end of that horrible mistake.
the hubby and i worked every thing out later that evening...
the next morning i get three phone calls from my mom. i answer on the third call. she politely asks me how i am feeling (i've been sick lately) and if i had a good weekend. and i think i am in the clear... then she begins to tell me that she got a voicemail on her phone this morning of the hubby and i arguing. my adorable mother says, "was this a joke or was this real?" i wanted so desperately to lie to her and tell her it was all a joke. but i couldn't. shamefully i reply, "yes, mom. that was real". being the amazing mother that she is she politely explains that when you call the church after hours, any voicemail that you leave goes to three people (her, the man who had already called me, and the adorable 70-something year old who works as a part time secretary at the church!). she also says that she will erase the message and never mention it (or think about it) again and that she would try to erase the message from the sweet elderly ladies voicemail before she hears it.
ugh.... talk about feeling like dirt. why do these things happen to me?!
