When I had easier access to a phone at work, Hubby would call me up just to tell me whatever silly joke had popped into his head. He always said that if he didn't get it out of his head it would fester and turn into something dreadful, and no one wanted that to happen.
Also, as he just said, climbing up on something and howling because you're lonely might work in the wolf world but is frowned upon in polite human society.
edit: Now he's afraid people are going to consider him sensitive and heartwarming. I think I'll tell him to belch or something.
I used to call Bec every day, usually more than once. And now I call the Wallybee pretty much every day, though I wait for lunchtime. And thanks to the marvels of modern technology, I also send her lots of text messages. Long ones. Often four tiny texty pages long. I had to enter "Penguin" into my phone's dictionary! That is all shades of wrong!
When Dave is at work we usually e-mail each other a few times a day. Usually just quick notes. When I was working or when I'm in school he usually sends an e-mail to my cellphone to make me laugh and let me know he is thinking of me.
I'm going to weigh in with Insane Troll Mom. Wacky.
ION, here's a blog that asks the question, "What if the cast of House played characters in Casablanca?"
That's it. I think billytea is my dream date.
People are just different. I love a steady back and forth with people I'm very close to. I don't often get it because not everyone I feel close to likes the phone or likes email or likes as much contact. I can well imagine that when two people who like close contact get involved with one another, they call each other quite a bit.
(((Gud))) What a lot of other people said. Any marriage counselor worth her salt should be facilitating a DIAlogue. Relationships are a two-way street and your wife should be working on cleaning her side of the street, too.
Gah. I haven't even started taxes yet. I've got a gig this Thursday, friends hijacking me to a stylist on Friday and proposing to hijack me for clothes shopping Saturday and I've got tons of medical expenses I need to deduct if only I can find the receipts in the moving/construction mess.
I just took a Lush bath for the sole purpose of shaving my legs so that I could wear a dress tomorrow.
I feel like such a girl.
Yay.
Gud, honey, I have no constructive thoughts but I'm wishing you all the inchoate -ma in the world, and smothering you in punctuation from afar. You're a good bloke. You're trying very hard to make your relationship work. I respect the pants off you, mate, and I wish you well.
Meanwhile, on a more trivial note - conversation upon arriving at school today.
Me: Good morning (first kid in the class, 7 yrs old). How you doin'?
FKITC: Good, thanks.
Me: So did you have a nice holiday? Did you do any cool stuff?
FKITC: I rode my bicycle (mumble mumble) an accident.
Me: Oh dear! You had an accident?
FKITC: Yes. I rode my bicycle into (otherkid).
Me: Was (otherkid) okay?
FKITC (gleefully): No. He hurt his penis.
Me: .....er. Did he have to go to the hospital?
FKITC (disappointed): No.
Me: Well, that's good. Um. Anyway, let's get back to writing poems...
Oh, my god! Look what I could make for Toto: [link] I won't, but I *could*.
Fay, that is too funny!
vw, are you still on line?
I didn't see the chat thingie, because I had other windows open.
