In a perfect world, things would happen like this:

I could find my hubby.

So 4:45 rolled around today, and being that I finished the job, I packed up all my little bits of paper, packed up the zip drive and started surfing the net. I'm beat. I just have no more juice and I need to go watch a dvd. Done. Finito.

So, at 5:30 I still haven't seen my husband come back to his desk. I'm thinking he has been roped into doing something. This means he will probably be tired and irrate when he arrives.

Dude, when it rains here, it pours.