That little bastard.

He just called me at work, and when I heard the familiar "Every Breath You Take" ring (yes, it's our song; and yes, I know it's about stalking -- we're weird), I got all "awwwww" and fluttery, as I continue to do after 9 years. So, I answer, all happy. Me: Hello!? {brightly} Him: Hey, babe. Me: Hey. Him: What are you doing? Me: Just working. What are you doing? {This is the beginning of every phone conversation we've ever had.} Him: {talking to someone else in the background} Me: Helloooo? Him: Sorry. Um... I'm working, too. Me: Yeah? Him: Yeah. Me: {waiting for him to say he's calling because he loves me and misses me and just wanted to hear my dulcet voice.} Him: Can you bring me a check after you get off work so I can give The Boss some money? {We bought an air filter from his boss} Me: I don't have any money! {New job -- don't get paid for a while} Him: *sigh* My checkbook, honey. Me: Um... Him: If you can't, it's no problem {sounding like it is, in fact, a problem}; I just thought you could bring me one on your way over to F's tonight. Me: Um...Well... Him: I gotta go. Either you can or you can't. If you can't, I can run home and get one. {huffy} Me: Is this why you're calling me? Him: Yes. Me: ...... Him: Well, and to tell you I love you and you're wonderful. Me: Right. I'll bring it by this evening.