Driving while intexticated.
My favorite texts from my husband are the random thoughts, questions and FYIs he sends without prompting. It’s been a while since I posted any texts from my husband, so here are a few from December/January.
Just got a 100% on my airport safety class. Suck it, terrorists.
I’m going to eat ice cream cake for breakfast.
Don’t text and drive. It’s called “driving intexticated.”
I was going to take a shower, but I’m starting to reconsider.
Gotta run home. Emergency poop!
This might be a dumb question, but which came first – pirates or slavery?
I just saw a lady riding an unicycle for exercise. She was doing arm circles.
Some little tart just blew me a kiss.
Can you text with an English accent?
Jan 17, 2012 @ 18:53:24
I feel weird about leaving this comment, but I’m getting ready to give you a blog awardish thing on my blog. Don’t feel the need to pass it on. I know these things are like chain letters. I just wanted to kind of shout out to some of my favorite small, personal blogs. So…thanks for writing, because I enjoy it! And maybe some of my few followers will come visit you.
Jan 19, 2012 @ 00:25:14
Jennifer,
Are you for reals? Because if so, I’d like to thank the academy, my mom… Er, I mean, I am most humbly flattered.
Seriously.
Most of my comments are either discount Canadian boner pills, so the mere fact that you took a moment to leave me a comment is like an award to me!
Thank you ever so much! You made my day.
Annie
PS- Despite his being the writer of these texts, I refuse to share any credit with my husband.
Jan 19, 2012 @ 01:12:27
Ha! Yes, for reals. I very much enjoy reading your blog, and now that my blog has been released from my SOPA protest thingy, you can see it in my most recent blog post. I don’t blame you for taking credit – you’re the one who saw the genius in the words.