Meanwhile, fun with texting
My husband enjoys texting entirely too much. I got called directly to Mom's from work because she needed me for doggy day care purposes owing to Ravi having a flight delay.
Kevin: Smooch attack! Smooch attack! *accompanied by appropriately cute cartoon*
Laura: Hey love, dogsitting. When will you be home?
Kevin: Am.
Laura: Want to come here? There's cake. (There is, and it's not a lie.)
Kevin: Oh really now. Maybe.
Laura: Bring Mario Party or something.
Kevin: Love this rain, huh?
Laura: Tell me about it.
Kevin: Got home and it was pouring, now it's a mist.
Laura: So will you come have cake and video games with me?
Kevin: I don't know...
Laura: I can always call my boyfriend if you wanna stay home.
Kevin: Just tired and achy. And Random is looking at me suspiciously.
Laura: He's onto you.
Kevin: What to do?
Laura: Tell him the Matrix has him?
Kevin: Do you want the red pill or the blue one?
Kevin: Smooch attack! Smooch attack! *accompanied by appropriately cute cartoon*
Laura: Hey love, dogsitting. When will you be home?
Kevin: Am.
Laura: Want to come here? There's cake. (There is, and it's not a lie.)
Kevin: Oh really now. Maybe.
Laura: Bring Mario Party or something.
Kevin: Love this rain, huh?
Laura: Tell me about it.
Kevin: Got home and it was pouring, now it's a mist.
Laura: So will you come have cake and video games with me?
Kevin: I don't know...
Laura: I can always call my boyfriend if you wanna stay home.
Kevin: Just tired and achy. And Random is looking at me suspiciously.
Laura: He's onto you.
Kevin: What to do?
Laura: Tell him the Matrix has him?
Kevin: Do you want the red pill or the blue one?