Josh (on the phone to his friend while we were at the Apple Store):
Hey, I'm so sorry. I forgot about the Fantasy Draft tonight and will be late getting back for it. There's been an emergency.
My iPhone died.
No, our house hadn't caved in. No family members had died. Riley hadn't developed a serious illness. And I wasn't in labor. All situations that would constitute as emergencies in my book.
But the iPhone dying? Apparently that's an emergency to my husband.
I may never let him live that one down.