Where's The Beef!?

Backstory: I am sick in bed. Husband wants Thai and tells me to pick out what I think I can eat. I text him the order, and he calls it in at 7:15ish. Says it will be 25 minutes.

Text him asking me to bring me a soda and the baby so I can put him down for a nap... he does, then texts this:

"Hubby's Cell" (7:37:09 PM): Your mom needs soda...dammit be back soon

Quite a bit of time passes, and I start to worry. So I text him.

"Me" (8:34:04 PM): hurry up! :P

Note time stamp. Now, his phone is dead and he is using mine so we only have one phone... I'm using AIM and he is using the phone. I can't call him. More time passes.

"Me" (8:55:43 PM): wtfffffffffffffffffff

After I send this, he stumbles in looking like someone has run over him with a truck. He says, "Sorry. I'm going to get the stuff now. I fell asleep on the couch." I stared at him incredulously and started getting upset. He says...

"Why didn't you text me!?"

...wtf.

it's now 9pm. I've given up on food entirely at this point, but he is heading into the thai place hoping to pick up our now probably frozen dinner. We are regulars there, too.. I hope he leaves a good tip.