tom petty said it best...

tom petty had a great album/8 track/cassette out back in 1981. hard promises. as far as i am concerned it was his best. i sure miss stan lynch...

the waiting. something big. a woman in love. they were all good...

all those great songs reminded me that it wasn't gonna be easy to always have to wait or love sucked and it had to be worked on daily. life isn't fair. and you better enjoy the ride cause it is one way...

so back to waiting and waiting, which is all i seem to do. maybe i am too damn efficient. in fact my exhusband told someone that was why he married me. apparently the novelty of efficiency has an expiration date. or was that redundant. i guess it was cause a novelty implies novelty. and in the dictionary under redundant it says 'see redundant'.

now jeff, my husband, makes everyone wait. effectively making him in control. how the fuck did that happen. i thought it was supposed to be good to be on time and return phone calls.

well the other day he was waiting for a very important phone call. several times zones away i might add which makes it worse cause somehow this makes you wait 3 hours longer...go figure.

let me say that jeff is never late for a gig. never ever.

back to waiting, as you are waiting for a point here i am sure. get used to it. this is the way of the world. consider this a training text. an exercise in attention span. i have said this before that i have to listen to his voice on the voicemail. he rarely answers any ringing phone. he moves from various sedentary positions in the house until he is ready to engage. the bathroom seems to be his favorite place to hide these days. keeping up with current events i suppose.

back to the phone call. he was waiting and waiting and it was driving him batshit crazy. i get accused of not having any empathy. are you shitting me. if there is one thing i can empathize with it is waiting. i have the patience of a saint. anyone who knows both of us will agree with me on this one.

so what did he do. he decided to call them instead. a great fucking idea. i wish i had thought of it. i did about 6 hours before. of course, being efficient, i know better. i also know to never ever say i told you so to a comic. unless you are in the mood. to battle that is. but this time i did say it. i couldn't help myself. i needed to amuse myself.

but this time there was no battle. the news he received with the phone call was too good. or maybe after living with a noncomic ball busting wife he has learned to empathize with me...