So the wifey’s college roommate visited this past weekend. And we decided to get a babysitter so we could enjoy some kid-free time. A mere four days from the impending visit I realized, holy shit, we don’t have a sitter and I’m going to end up being left in the lurch as these two ladies hit the town leaving me behind.
Kicking into baby-sitter ninja action I decided to take matters into my own hands and have a conversation with the wifey:
Me: “Hey…so we should definitely get a sitter for Saturday night.”
Wifey: “Go for it slugger.”
Me: “But you got the Mecca of babysitter lists months ago. Can’t you just call one or two and make it happen?”
Wifey: “I lost it.”
Me: “You what? Are you serious woman? You lost that shit? That’s like someone giving me the unlock code for constant, unlimited free porn and then losing it…it just doesn’t happen!!!”
Wifey: “Call me ‘woman’ one more time. Seriously…say it…call me ‘woman’!”
Me: “Look, your college roommate’s gonna be here in …shit, what day is it?”
Wifey: “You really need a job! Seriously…you need to get out of the house, look at the sun, enjoy the day…you’re losing your mind in the basement!”
Me: “All right…let’s focus. We need a sitter. Who are we gonna call?”
Wifey: “ ‘We?’ No, you…you are gonna make that happen while I’m at work.”
Me: “Awe come on…that’s fucked. Guys don’t call to ask for babysitters. Seriously…there are rules against that shit.”
Wifey: “Rules…really? And who the hell came up with these rules? You’re just as capable as me to call and ask for a sitter.”
Me: “I know but seriously…what if her dad answers? I’ll be all, ‘hey man…is Tiffany there?’ And he’ll be all, ‘Who the hell is this? You sound like you’re 40 years old. Who the hell is this?’”
Wifey: “How in the hell can he tell if you’re 40 by the sound of your voice?”
Me: “Are you kidding…cause I’m all experienced in life and shit. Listen to me. I totally sound like I’m 40 and involved in 40-year-old life stuff…seriously listen…the stocks rose eight percent today as the Dow didn’t quite respond as well as investors had hoped and…”
Wifey: “Whoa!!! Wait…you’re calling our potential babysitter with stock options? Seriously you dork…seriously!!?”
Me: “I’m just saying that I know stuff! And I know that if I call the sitter her dad, her boyfriend, or her brother will answer the phone and they’ll be pissed and I’ll probably get killed when all I wanted to do was freakin’ drink beers with you and the college roommate away from the kids.”
Wifey: “Wow. You seriously need help. Look, bottom line is, I’m going out with Stacy whether you get a babysitter or you ARE the babysitter. So, ball’s in your court Mr. Man. Make it happen or don’t.”
Me: “You’re gonna regret it when I get killed and you have to raise these kids by yourself.”
Wifey: “It’ll be rough but I’m pretty sure we’ll pull through.”
Me: “Shit! Fine…I’ll call. Hand me the phone WOMAN.”
