Oh yes we have.
"So," says Rob looking over the rim of his reading glasses, "How much do you weigh?"
I flash him the stink eye but the man is impervious so I grit my teeth and growl. "I thought you and Luis were going to drag the boat out of the muck."
The time is 6:37.
The good news comes on at 6:30. I have to call work at 7:00 and find out if I have a trip tomorrow. Maybe I do, maybe I don't, but if I'm on the short-list, I go to bed at 7:03, leave the house at 02:00, and nap at the alligator alley rest stop until I get the call.
My temper has been inching north since noon.
The time is 6:38
Rob spots Simon and bends down to scratch his ear. "So," I heave a sigh, "do you need a hand?"
Rob pulls up his shirt and scratches his belly. "That'd be nice."
"Dammit Rob," I stomp to the bedroom, "I told you twenty minutes ago that I wanted to watch the news. I told you that I had to go to bed early. I told you ..."
Even I tire of my rant so I tear off my pajamas and yank on a pair of shorts.
When I return, Rob is not behind the wheel of the truck, he is rolling on the floor with the dog.
The time is 6:38.
"Can we get this over with?" I say as I head outside, mindful to slam the door in my wake.
I ignore Rob's chuckle, haul myself into the bed of the truck and settle my weight over the stuck tire.
Slowly, ever so slowly, cause he knows I'll blow a gasket if he doesn't get this in one, Rob pulls the truck and trailer to dry land.
"Just remember," I say as I climb out of the bed, "you can't do this with a skinny wife."
The time is 6:39