I Have... The Blues
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Hypothetically Speaking

Steve and I... well, I don't want to say that we have a difference of opinion because that makes it sound like we are not in all things, at all times, in perfect harmony, always. Which would be wrong. But we... well.

Last night we went out to dinner with friends and during the course of the evening Steve mentioned that he is going to be out of town this week.

I turned to him and said, "What?" because this was the first I had heard of it and I like to think I am on the shortlist of People Who Need to Know When Steve is Traveling.

He said, "You knew that. It's on the calendar. Darling."

And I retorted, "If you mean that thing about XYZ Trade Show, yes, I saw it but I had absolutely no idea what it meant. Since when do you go to trade shows? What trade show? What trade? Where? I assumed that you had had a fit of some kind and your fingers just smushed down on the keys. Obviously if you were planning a trip you would have followed up that obscure calendar entry with a verbal communication. Like a normal person. Sweetheart."

Then I realized our playful banter was probably making our dinner companions feel left out of our love circle so I decided to drop it. Steve is going to some kind of trade show that is being held outside of Minnesota for some period of time this week. Got it. Nothing else to say, really.

Until about an hour later when we got into the car and he shut the door and I picked up with, "But seriously don't you agree it's a little strange to just stick an out-of-town trip into the calendar without ever once saying anything about it? I mean it's not like we haven't seen each other. It's not like there haven't been at least a few opportunities in which you could have said, 'And speaking of the Great Chicago Fire I will be there on Tuesday, would you like me to bring you back an Italian Beef?'"  

And Steve. Hmmm. What DID Steve do? It's hard to remember now... I think he either agreed with me wholeheartedly or he seized me in his arms, murmuring, "you bewitch me" as he showered my upturned face with burning kisses. Or both. Something like that.

(He certainly didn't continue to assert that XYZ Trade Show = "I am going to Istanbul on Monday". Because that would be asinine.)