This morning I was getting ready for work.  It was at the crack of dawn (almost) and I was so tired that I could hardly keep my head out of a fog.  Kevin came over to the bathroom door and said, “Emily, I need to talk to you.”  He seemed very serious.  He kept on, “It’s really serious.  You should sit down.”

I felt tears starting to form, first in my brain and then in my eyes.  Maybe it speaks of my personality, but my mind leaped into a frantic list of the worst possible things that it could be.  I knew he couldn’t be pregnant so at least I could check that off the list right away. (Although, I did ask him if he was…  Later I thought about it and realized that was a stupid waste of a question.)  I don’t even want to say all of the thoughts that leapt into my head because they were honest-to-goodness crazy.

So I sit down on the edge of the bed, bracing myself for the most dreadful words I’m sure I could ever hear.

In a very serious tone, he said, “Emily, Jake Pavelka and his fiance broke up.”

I didn’t know whether to hit him right upside the head for freaking me out or whether to laugh until my sides hurt.  (I opted for the latter because it was less damaging.)  He started laughing at me laughing at him and when I told him how I honestly thought it was going to be something very serious and awful, he said, “Emily, I would never be that dramatic about something serious.”

How was I to know?

He walked out of the bedroom singing “On the wings of love…”

Addendum:  Neither of us actually watches The Bachelor.