Footballs Are Round!

So, I check my cellphone after my soccer game yesterday, and I see that Cid has called me. Well, I had just talked to her right before the time indicated on the missed call screen, so I figured something must be up. Like the dutiful husband I am, I immedately call her.

“OH MY GOD, DAVID, YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!”

Immediately, images of family tragedy, death, destruction and mayhem flash through my brain, and I mentally begin to prepare myself for bad news.

“JOHN TERRY GOT KNOCKED OUT DURING THE CUP FINAL AND THEY HAD TO CARRY HIM OFF ON A STRETCHER! IT WAS TERRIBLE!”

Relief floods through my system as I realize the house hasn’t burned down and none of the children has lost a limb in a terrible bicycle accident or anything.

“Okay, don’t tell me anymore, I want to watch it when I get home”.

“Okay, I won’t say anything else, but I thought you needed to know”.

I love that woman.