Or “Reason #45734985 I love Robbi.”

The following was left in my voicemail this afternoon.

Hey, Steph. This is [boss' actual first name]. I am calling to see how, realistically, you’re doing on that [case name] (or whatever the guy’s name is) because I was just reading your e-mail that it [my hysterectomy] was Monday which just snuck up much faster than I thought. [ME TOO!!] So, I don’t want you working 24/7 across through the weekend, killing yourself right before you head into surgery. [Damn, does she know me or what? :dies laughing:]

So, let’s just talk about where you are and what we need to do because you know I can certainly ask for an extension to, you know, buy you — I don’t know? a couple of weeks? past your ten — once you get off your ten days’ resting time. Yeah, so. I just don’t want you keeling over on me. [And there it is -- the reason I love her silly. She's worrying about me, but she's not going to say it that way 'cause she's like me like that. Hee.]So, I’ll be on this phone for a little bit [leaves her cell number which I'm not posting on the interwebs no matter how much you Bulgarians beg], or else you can e-mail me or call me a little bit later at home. Okay. Bye.

This is so very, very exactly how (and why) our relationship works. In her shoes, I’d have left the exact same message. :grin:

P.S. Robbi? I certify that the foregoing transcript constitutes a full, true and accurate record of the voicemail left by you on June 22nd, 2007.
:mad cackling at transcibing humor ensues: