From Guillermo, with love

Some people are blessed to sound sexy when they have a cold. I, on the other hand, sound like an angry elephant(when blowing my nose) or like a very old and rusty door (at all other times). I had made peace with it a long time ago...until today. Today I would pay to sound like an old rusty door...

I had called my husband wanting to share some news at the time when he apparently couldn't talk to me. It happens, so I went on my merry way putting the kids to sleep. Then five minutes later I heard my husband's distinct ring on my cell phone. Very impressed with him for not forgetting to call me back and taking my feelings into account, I picked up the phone and said a bit flirty, "Hello, dear." What do I hear back??? "Isaac?" I actually had to persuade the man, who was most likely borrowing my husband's phone, that I indeed was not Isaac, and that he needed to let my husband dial the phone number for him. He then hung up the phone...and called me back, calling me Isaac again...

When my husband came home and I heard the story from his side ( hubs, who was witnessing all these, "You are NOT Isaac?" bits of conversation and already having some mild fun, finally did get a chance to dial the number for the poor fellow. He then realized that the fellow was talking to yours truly, and at that point almost fell off a chair with laughter. In front of many, many people. Hubs did the same at home when he heard my side of the story.) No matter how funny it sounds, there's something unsettling when your flirty voice sounds like that of a Chassidic man from Boro Park. I don't think I would be able to get through this with my self-esteem intact without my husband's compassion - because there's no substitute for a loving man's comfort. My husband now walks around the house and keeps on repeating in a very low voice, "Hi dear." G-d bless his soul. He finally figured out what kind of comfort his wife needs.