You just have to read this. It's an instant message dialog between me and my silly husband. He finished this computer programming thing he was doing.
Hubster: hey sweety (:
Wife: hiya baby
Hubster: I'm done...
Wife: you got it?!!!
Hubster: yep
Wife: YEAH!!!!
Hubster: it was just something stupid
Wife: figures.
Wife: Let's have sex!
Hubster: it's always something stupid after you've worked on it for days
Wife: Please don't let it wait again...you've been horrible.
Hubster: ok
Wife: Well, I don't know that you've been horrible. It's just that I've missed you so.
Hubster: yeah
Hubster: me too sweety
Wife: That's so awesome, baby.
Hubster: I had to draw a big map and go through all the paths the program could take to figure out what was going wrong
Wife: Sometimes paper is the best thing :-)
Hubster: yeah
Hubster: expecially without a graphics editor d:
Wife: I'm so glad. I'm sure you're relieved.
Wife: hehe
Hubster: yeah
Wife: Well, I talked to Reinhart and he said if the teachers say he could benefit from occupational therapy, he'll write something to that effect for an IEP.
Hubster: cool
Wife: He also apparently had not initially approved the ENT check for a frenulectomy.
Hubster: I see
Hubster: well, casual surgery is not good practice I guess
Wife: He did. He and I talked about it and he said he just didn't want me to think it would be this panacea that would fix everything for Russell.
Hubster: yeah
Wife: No, and I'm not taking it casually. I'm having him checked out to see ...
Hubster: yeah, but from a doctor's point of view, you need to make sure that he really needs it
Wife: The speech therapist thinks it might be helpful....I want to see if the ENT thinks it would help him.
Wife: Exactly.
Hubster: cool
Wife: When do you get out today?
Hubster: uh... 4:30
Hubster: but I could skip soc if you wanted me to
Wife: I think it might be a good idea
We need to buy him a nice dress shirt for this dinner-with-industry thing tomorrow night
Hubster: k
Hubster: I have to get to ecs150 (to turn in my HW)
Wife: we need to get that shirt bought for and you're not the easiest guy to buy for :-)
Wife: ciao, baby.
Hubster: yeah
Wife: What time do you get out today, then?
Hubster: not now... just in general
Hubster: that class gets out at 1:30
Hubster: so... you want to come get me or something?
Wife: Okay, should I pick you up at the uni then?
Wife: sounds like I should.
Hubster: sure... then we can be back in time to get the kids at 5~6?
Hubster: ok.. so get me at the gate at 1:30?
Wife: Okay, I'll get you at the gate at 130
Hubster: heh
Hubster: my thoughts exactly
Wife: gmta
Hubster: eh?
Wife: great minds..
Hubster: even horny?
Hubster: d:
Wife: d=dork:?
Wife: :-)
Hubster: b:
Hubster: q:L
Wife: butthead
Hubster: P:B
Wife: quintessential loser?
Hubster: sure
Wife: perpetual bottomfeeder?
Hubster: shut up d:
Wife: You forget I was a big sister...and I have an English degree
Hubster: yeah yeah
Wife: *poke*
Wife: *hug*
Hubster: *stroke*
Hubster: *jug*
Wife: Oh, knock it off, ya slut!
Hubster: ok
Hubster: shit... I better eat
Wife: yuppers
Hubster: unless you want to eat at 1:30
Wife: I can eat a crispy cream and do that :-)
Hubster: cool!
Wife: (Cindy brought in Crispy Creams)
Hubster: nice
Hubster: how long did she stand in line?
Hubster: you know... rice chex snap, crackle, and pop, too
Wife: neat
Wife: i don't know but there's four boxes
Hubster: and it tastes about the same if you put baby rice cereal on it
Wife: There's a men's wearhouse in Fairfield...might be a nicer drive.
Hubster: ok
Wife: Now, that's just gross, honey.
Hubster: you feed it to your baby... why not me?
Hubster: not that you should feed me
Wife: I also feed breastmilk to my baby...
Hubster: hmm... that's true
Wife: Do you really want to go the way of pureed peas and diapers?
Hubster: diapers wouldn't be so bad... I'd just need maxis... not those damn lightdays
Wife: Um, those are pads and you'll have those for your vascectomy.
Wife: Depends are the big boys.
Hubster: so I don't get lightdays, right?
Wife: big nads, probably not.
Hubster: cool
Wife: ;-)
Hubster: maxis are strong enough to hold brass, right?
Wife: Um, wouldn't know?
Hubster: ok
Hubster: you've never used brass jingle balls?
Wife: I've used and abused many balls baby
Wife: And tossed them all away for you and yours.
Hubster: yeah
Hubster: because mine are big and brass
Hubster: and sweaty
Hubster: and kind of scraggly looking
Hubster: I'm going to wait for the bus
Hubster: later sweety
Wife: and sweet and fuzzy
Hubster: *kissies*
Wife: *lipsmacking*
