Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

This morning I met a friend at the gym, and after we ran a few miles, we returned home.  I called Garry at work to ensure that he knew we were home and all was well.  Unfortunately, the phone call did not go as smoothly as expected as my phone line is down, again (curse you, Comcast!) and all Garry heard was "shwjdkfsjffogmdnsjsemdivmfl".  Well, you get the point.

I was confused because I could hear him perfectly, and I thought he was joking when he said that I was "breaking up."

"I am not breaking up!" I said, as I was under the impression that as long as I could hear me, everyone else could as well.

"Yes, you are," Garry answered, and I agreed to hang up and try the call again from my cell phone.

While searching for cell phone, I saw Macey from the living room, looking at me with panic in her eyes.  "Daddy wants to break up?" she asked.

I laughed out loud, but the poor thing.... for about 10 seconds there she was having the worst day ever.