I was sitting in the family room with Little Grump. We were enjoying some how on TV. Then, I heard a sound…
It came from the office upstairs.
I muted the TV to make sure I was hearing what I thought I was hearing.
I called Mr. Grump’s name. He was in the office.
I called his name again.
I had visions of things I’ve seen on TV a million times. (Blame it on too much Law & Order!) I imagined that Mr. Grump was upstairs in distress.
By now, my heart was beating about a million miles a minute. I started up the stairs, repeatedly calling his name. There was still no answer.
By the time I reached the top of the steps, I couldn’t breath. I called his name again, took a really deep breath, and then started to open the door.
Suddenly, the door was yanked open from the other side.
Mr. Grump gave me a rather odd look. “What????” He acted so calm.
I scowled. “I thought you were hurt… Having a heart attack… Unable to answer!”
He replied (again too calmly for my taste), “I was answering! I was trying to tell you…”