My hubby called me on the way home from the board meeting. "Honey, did you read the minutes before you sent them to the board?"
Well, I wanted to assure him that of course I read them. I did as I always do. Type them from his notes, proof read them, print a copy for his approval, and then send them out.
I remember thinking, why is he asking?
After all, I am not the secretary, only the wife of the secretary. I type the minutes in order to help him out. Every man needs so many hours on the golf course. If I type the minutes, dear, that leaves you extra time to play.
I scanned through my big brain, and all it's files trying to remember the day I typed the notes. If I'm remembering, it was one of those days I was doing several things at once, as usual. I think I also had a meeting that day myself, in addition to meeting someone for lunch.
He is a great note-taker, but not always easy to read. He inserts things and hopes/expects me to figure out where he really wants to put it. When he talks about "cutting and pasting" he's referring to using scissors.
By the time he got home, I had forgotten about his phone call. He walked into the office, "so how was your day, sweetie"?
Oh, oh, he NEVER calls me "sweetie".
I turned to face him. "So what's up?"
He was holding the minutes in his hand. "Did you forget the signature?"
Of course I didn't forget YOUR signature.
From the look on his face, I wasn't sure what I had done. I slowly read through the last paragraph.
Respectfully submitted by Stud Muffin......
Oh, I think I see the problem......