2:30 p.m. The Husband goes in for not one but TWO root canals.
4:30 p.m. Begin to wonder will he be in pain? Will he be able to chew normal foods? Should I go to the store and get soup? Make mashed potatoes? Oh, my POOR HUSBAND... (ugh)
4:45 p.m. Walk to the store to get root canal-friendly foods. (Assuming I know what that might consist of.)
5:00 p.m. Browse the aisles at the grocery store. Get frustrated with too-chunky soup offerings. Debate over a million different things. Continue to worry about my "poor" husband.
5:30 p.m. Arrive home and immediately put a pot of water on to boil and begin preparing potatoes. Think he should be home within the hour. Worry. Feel bad. Think about cleaning the entire house and doing his laundry.
5:35 p.m. Realize I received a text message from said husband thirty minutes ago. It says, "Just leaving and going to the bar."
5:36 p.m. Decide to never make mashed potatoes for that jerk again.