Crying wolf

I've been known to make fun of Nick for his constant need to call me at any and all phone numbers, when he needs to reach me. There have been days when I hear my cell phone ringing (or vibrating) and then when I don't answer that, my work phone starts ringing, followed by an email with a subject line of "where are you?". He blames it on the fact that my cell phone is only charged or audible about 70% of the time, so he has to contact me by alternate means. I contest that sometimes I just need to be unreachable.

Yesterday was a banner day in connectivity. I spoke to him on my way from work to an event and then we exchanged random texts about Chino's latest and greatest escapades in the back yard (escapades being bowel movements and one of our favorite topics of conversation). See how everything ties back to Chino? After marveling at his latest (Chino's not Nick's) deposit in the backyard, the texts ended as I went back to focusing on my event and Nick headed out to the golf course.

Fast forward to about 9pm. I get home from my event, unpack the car, make some dinner and lay down on the couch to catch up on some trash TV (90210 and Supernanny) and I hear my phone vibrate. Only a text (two buzzes), so I ignored it. Then I hear the phone actually ring, ok - probably my sister - I'll talk to her tomorrow. Then, the house phone rings. I get up in a huff, thinking that someone REALLY must need to get a hold of me. Here's the conversation:

L-Hello?
N-Hi...just wanted to let you know I'll be home in a few minutes.
L-Where are you?
N-On Cheshire Rd., near the vet's office.

~~side note - I just Google mapped and he was calling from approximately 1/2 mile away, so close that Google recommended walking directions in addition to the usual driving route~~

L-Then why are you calling me?
N-To see what you were doing.
L-How about you just ask me when you get here, or better yet, see for yourself?
N-Oh ok - see you in 2 mins.
L-Bye.

While I was up, I decided to check my text messages and/or voicemails. Turns out that he had called at 10:02pm and texted at 9:24pm to tell me that he'd be home in a bit. The actual point at which he called the house was around 10:05pm when I had ignored the other attempted notifications.

This morning, as I'm finishing up my routine, getting dressed and out the door, the house phone rings. I ignored it since I was down in the basement, rummaging through the dryer for something to wear. Next, I hear the familiar buzzz of my cell phone on the kitchen table. I look down and its a random 740-phone number, meaning Nick is calling me from work. I almost didn't answer it, but decided that it was Friday and there was no need for bitchiness before 9am and he wasn't calling from his cell phone, which might mean its important. Turns out that Mr. Connectivity had locked his keys and cell phone in his truck and had misplaced his spare key. Lovely. So I took the detour to his office to unlock the truck and give him some shit, since this is a frequent occurence of his. Key locking, that is. I almost didn't answer my phoneS this moring because of last night's communication escapades.

This post wouldn't be fair unless I acknowledged my own phone stalking tendencies - but I save those for important questions, such as "what's for dinner?" or "can you come pick me up for lunch?"