Gretchen to Dave:

You will never have scary feet if you continue to hide my keys in the Fargate.

Love gretchen

Dave to Gretchen:

DAMN IT!  I told you to label the lazer!  Now put my eyes back in so I might furrow my brow at you!

See, the college radion station I listen to each morning is giving away Vol. 3 of Aqua Teen Hunger Force.  Dave loves the ATHF, and I like it quite a bit.  I really want to win this DVD, to keep my title of "Best Wife Ever."

Monday, the first day, I didn’t know the answer to the trivia question.  Tuesday, I did, but they didn’t give out the station number! Damn it! They are a BROADCASTING SCHOOL. Isn’t that in "Radio Contests 101?"

"Always give the number to call when running a call-in contest." 

So, I was screwed. 

Last night, I looked up the number on the internet, because it isn’t even in the phone book. I programmed it into my phone so that it’s the first number on speed-dial. I studied the ATHF Wiki for a good long time.   I took online ATHF trivia quizzes. I was READY.

On my way out this morning, I couldn’t find my keys.  Dave had picked up the counter last night, and in doing so, moved my keys.  I am not a keyhook kind of person, I find them by remembering where I put them the night before.  usually, it’s one of two places: the counter, or the coffee table. They were not in either of those places this morning.

Dave was in the shower, so I had to run back up and ask where the fuck my keys were, and he wasn’t sure.  I eventually found them in a bag of school papers in the dining room. GAH!

By the time I got in my car, they had already ASKED the question, and I totally knew the answer. Fucking A.

Thus, the email convo above. It still cracks me up.

Tomorrow, I will know the answer. I’d better make sure my phone is charged.

(I also ended up pulling into the school parking lot behind the first bus, which is never a good thing. Grr, keys.)