Poker Night

So I get out of a long day of work today and call Hubs who reminds me of Poker Night being held at our house tonight. I already hear one of the gentlemen in the background, dueling Hubs to an intense game of Madden 09. I inform Hubs that I will be going to Lenten church service and dinner with my family. Fast forward to the drive home, post dinner.... Hubs answers in a slightly slurred voice. {Could this be my first warning sign? Yes, but I flew right past it.} He informs me he is going to bed and cannot wait 20 minutes for me to get home. {Second warning sign? Sure! But I take no notice.} I am beyond frustrated, which God love him, he can tell. So he asks me about my day. I start to ramble tell him all about my team, my review, my slight raise in pay...(eh, exciting much!? I emphasize the slight, but I'll take what I can get!) I realize there are no more "uh huhs" coming from the other end of the line. Hmm, no congratulations? What?!? Did the phone cut out? "Honey, hello? Are you there?" At which point I hear my lovely little pups bark in the background. No, Hubs couldn't have possibly.... I pull into the driveway 5 minutes later to two eager pups waiting for me in the laundry room, Hubs in bed with the lights on and phone propped up against his cheek, and about a bazllion empty beer bottles strewn around the kitchen. There is even one in my guest bathroom trash. Whhhaaaatttt!?! I may or may not have poked Hubs until his eyelids fluttered, he said "Yes, I see you" and rolled over burying his head under the pillow. Oh, Poker Night.........