Even though dh and I have been together going on four years, I still get excited when I see him. So excited, in fact, that I feel the need to roll the window down and yell his name. Loudly. While he is standing in the middle of a group of his co-workers, enduring hour after hour of mind numbing waiting. And then when I catch his eye, I stick both my hands out the window and wave and wave and wave. Because a two handed big ass smile torso out the window wave is so suave. Hey. I never said I was the queen of cool.
When I started calling his name, he did not hear me. "Dh!" I yell. Two guys turn around and looked at me, wondering if I am calling them. "DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I call, embarrassed but undeterred. Four more guys turn around. They call him too, helping me out, because stopping at this point, which might further the preservation of whatever dignity I have left, is just not an option at this point. I have already crossed the line. "DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yell, and finally he turns around. I wave frantically, trying to get all the waves in before the shuttle moves and we drive away. When he sees me, though, his eyes don't do that regular light up thing they usually do. He has a tight little grin on his face, and looks bothered, rightfully.
When he gets home, I ask, "Did I embarrass you today?"
"No," he admits "I was just bored as hell. And then..." he trails off.
"And then what?" I prod "And then WHAT?"
"Well, after you left, they guys said, 'You have a hot daughter! How old is she?"
"Well, what'd you say?"
"I said, 'She's not my daughter! She's my wife!"
"Why the hell did they think I was your daughter?"
"They thought you were yelling 'Dad! Dad!' They called me that the rest of the day."