You Love WHO??

My hubby, Dustin, serves on a local youth football and cheerleading board. He's the Vice President of Operations. I know. That sounds important.

Last week, the board had quite the drama going on and Dustin was constantly on the phone, much to my joy. He was off the phone long enough to watch our girls sing in their VBS production but ended up back on the phone before we could make it out of the parking lot to dinner.

We pull up to the restaurant and he drops me and the girls off at the door. He makes it to the table, sits down and his phone starts ringing again. It's TB, the President, calling him. Again. He looks at me and says, "I'll tell her that I'll call her back after dinner." He talks to her for a minute and he says he will call her back when we're done. Another minute goes by and this is what I hear him say: "OK, love ya, bye!" His. exact. words. Now, I am laughing hysterically and he's looking at me a little puzzled. And this is how the rest of the conversation went down:

Me: Oh my gosh! You just said, love ya, bye to TB!

Dustin: What?? No, I didn't!

The girls in unison: YES YOU DID!!!

Me: Oh, yes you did. Call her back and ask her!

Dustin: She would have called me back by now.

Me: Give me the phone. I'll call her back. She sooooo heard you!

And the razzing went on!

~~A little back story on me and TB. I have served on this board for the past 3 years, 2 of them with TB. To say the least, she is not my favorite person in the world. Let's just say we *clash* a bit.~~

The next night, we saw TB and the first words out of my mouth were: "Did you hear what Dustin said to you last night on the phone?" and she was like "Oh yeah! I wanted to call him back but I was laughing too hard!"

And the razzing continues.................................