Thankgiving Freak Out

Thanksgiving morning we all slept in. Except, I did hear Kurt get up as I thought he was going on his morning run. I swear I heard him return shortly after he left. Figuring Kurt was upstairs to wrangle the boys, I got up around 8:30 and dinked around on the laptop while still laying in bed. Around 9 Gavin needed help with something. I kept telling him to get his dad to help him. He would cry and say where is my dad? Upstairs, I would reply. After about the thirtieth time of me telling him to get his dad to help him, I went upstairs. KURT........ KURT............. where is your dad? I couldn't find him. I swore I heard him return from his run. What if he hadn't returned? He should be back by now. I called his cell phone. To my dismay, he didn't have it with him. It was sitting on the fireplace mantle. All these scenarios went through my mind. He should be back soon, I told myself. After an hour and a half he hadn't returned, and so it became a waiting game. Where the crap was he? I was getting worried at this point. His runs normally take 30 minutes or so plus it is Thanksgiving Day. Why would be make his run extra long on Thanksgiving Day? I then began to question the boys down-did you see your dad leave. Did he have his jacket on. What was he wearing. Etc..... As I was finishing up the apple pie, he nonchalantly comes walking in. Laden with sweat and grass falling out of his shorts, he kissed me on the neck. I think he felt the heat, as he got no reaction to his kiss. Where Have You Been? Were you worried about me? You do love me, he says out of flattery. He went to the ward Turkey Bowl. He had been playing football for the last 2 hours. He tried to play it off that I was well aware that our ward was having a turkey bowl-if I had been listening to the announcements at church. The Bong-u-tong-tong-hong-o-long-e.