Yesterday had the potential to be close to the best day EVER.

It was a very Ya Ya day.  The WildeChicks did very little outside of gabbing all day, catching up and just generally making mischeif.  It was good times.  I was very relaxed when I left work, knowing that I would run home to feed the dogs and straighten the house (as my Bitter Twin comes home today!!!), then head over to Bryan’s to help him straighten his house (the ‘rents and the boy are spending the weekend there.. that’s a whole other story for Miss Sarah) and he offered to cook my FAVORITE dinner.. pancakes.

I thought, Tonight will rock.

I decided, while vacumming his bedroom and catching a glance at myself in the mirror, that pancakes may not be the way to go for me.  So I decided, instead, to just have eggs and sausage.. a very carb-friendly meal.  So that sucked.  But I did the right thing.

Then we sprawled out on the couch FOR HOURS.  It was lovely.  We watched lots of tv.  Then, about ten, we decided to head to bed.  Completely relaxed.  It rocked.

We lay down in bed and his phone rings.  Naturally, my hackles rose.  I HATE being called late at night.  Unless it’s an emergency, I find it completely disrespectful.  So I was ticked off about WHO might be calling, since I could see no good reason why.

“.. unless it’s an emergency..”

Key phrase.

This is what I hear Bryan say: “No, calm down.  What?  No, I was still awake.  What’s going on?  S-l-o-w down.  WHAT?  Man, sometimes things happen for a reason, but.. no, I’m at my house.  Who’s with you?  Okay, okay, tell you what.  Let me put some pants on, and I’ll head to your house.  No, I’ll call you when I get in the car for directions.  Okay?  Bye.”

We both lay there, in the dark, under the covers for a second after he snapped his phone shut.

“Wanna tell me?” I asked.

“Tee just quit.” he said.

So about two hours later (which I dutifully spent on the phone with Delle, filling her in on the gossip she’d be coming home to), he crawls back into bed, obviously drained but still live from the adrenaline.  He told me the full story, how he would be handling both magnets for the time being, and I began to worry.  Stress is not a welcome thing in our lives; we don’t have a good history with sudden change and stress.

But he wrapped me up in his arms and squeezed.  “I’ll be fine,” he whispered.  “I have an amazing woman beside me.  I can do anything.”

And you know?  Last night TOTALLY rocked.