Hubby: I made it to LA, how’s everything there?
Me: I. Almost. Died.
Hubby: Ofcourse you did.
Me: I’m serious!
Hubby: Oh I know, trust me after almost 20 years of being with you, when you say you almost died I totally believe you. So what was it this time? Fire? Cooking? Ice burg? Pistachios? Or was it something new?
Me: Falling sky.
Hubby: … So something new.
Me: SERIOUSLY!! The roof part of the overhanging thing above our doorway fell!
Hubby: The what?
Me: GAH! Here sending a pic…
Hubby: Ok… what am I looking at.
Me: That’s what’s above our door, except it’s missing… this!
Hubby: Wow, well glad you’re okay.
Me:… “glad you’re okay”?… I. COULD. HAVE. DIED! If Orko had decided to take his time doing his pees we could have been under that!
Hubby: Orko was with you?!? Is he okay? Did the sound scare him? Where is he right now??
Me: … dude.