Foiled Again.

Josh has this new game that he likes to play. It’s called Call-Ashlie-At-Work-And-Pretend-I’m-Someone-Else-From-the-Parish.

At first I had no problem detecting my clever husband’s tricks. Either the voice was too ridiculous, the story unbelievable, or he would start laughing.

Until yesterday.

I answered the phone with my usual greeting, “Saint Michael’s, this is Ashlie” and I heard some really heavy breathing on the other end. Immediately my JoshAntics Radar went on and I proceeded to call him out for being a rat, and super lame and unable to fool his brilliant wife.

And then this mystery-heavy breather started asking for one of my co-workers, and then I legitimately thought that I was making fun of a parishioner with a breathing problem. I started tripping over myself with apologies and explaining the situation. It sounded something like this: uh….I am so sorry, I thought you were my husband and he likes to play these tricks on me by making up different voices and pretending he’s different people and I thought you were him and…my apologies, I don’t think Angelique is in the office right now but I can transfer you to her and you can leave a message I’m sorrrrryyyyyyy…

and then Josh starts cracking up.

and I wanted to cry, laugh, hide under my desk and throw my phone all the way to the airbase so that it would hit Josh in the head.

marital bliss.