What's Up With That?

Today was Steeler Day at the Howler's school. (Yes, we're in Steeler Country, but we're not Pittsburghers.)

Last Friday was also Steeler Day, so Thursday night after the dreaded (and talked-to-death) PTA meeting, we ran to WalMart to buy a Steeler something-to-wear.

She told me it was Steeler Day every day this week, including yesterday. Do you think that, when deciding what to wear last night, she reminded me then? No. It's like she's trying to set me up so she can tell me off.

I remember this AM, after I got to work. Thankfully, it was early enough that I could call home and tell My Sweetie where the thing was so she could wear it today.

He didn't answer right away, so I left 1/2 a message before he picked up. I did tell him, and she did get to participate in Steeler Day. No telling-off for me today (at least, not for that reason.)

Now for the "What's Up With That?" part:

A little while later, a get a phone call at work. It's the Toad, calling to be sure My Sweetie got the message. Toad got the message, and called me to be sure whatever-it-was got taken care of.

I was rather dumbfounded at first and had to actually think about what he was asking me.

So, What Is Up With That?