The following things have occurred in my recent past. My spouse has moved his office to our house and I have acquired a smart phone and the knowledge/ability to send text messages.
Now that we are in the same house all day, it's possible that we actually speak less. He works in the attic and when I want to talk to him, instead of picking up the phone to call him, as I used to, I'm more apt to send a text (I'm late to the texting party, I know but I'm making up for lost time with a vengeance).
The following conversation took place this morning, via text message (the blog post in question is the one directly below about last night's dream):
Me: "Can you proof my blog?"
T.: "Sure."
Me: "Thanks!"
T. (a few minutes later): "No typos, that I could see. Just weirdness."
Me: "Do you want to have me committed?"
T.: "Hardly. We need the eggs."
Me: "I don't understand."
T.: "Old joke about a man who thought he was a chicken."
Me: "SNORT."
3 comments:
That is truly adorable!
Laurie,
I just love texting. What a funny exchange!
He`s a funny guy!
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