It has become a little game of ours now. At random points of the day I try to guess the number of texts that have come through. Sometimes its 12, 32, 84, 150.......... Far be it for me not to be completely sarcastic about the situation, and call it out whenever I feel it necessary. (Every time the appendage comes out of his pocket)
Last night we were at a celebration party for a US Marine. He had just graduated from boot camp, it was a great thing to be a part of, and kewl for our guy to meet someone who commands our respect. All of my gal pals from our workout boot camp were there and for a moment I would like to comment on these ladies. Never in my life have I met such a strong, successful and non-bitchy group of women. They rally, they cheer, they support unconditionally and I am so fortunate to call them friends. They also know when to get in on the act and bombard my exchange guy with about 100 texts at once. I started handing out his cell number to all of them, and it was game on after that ;) Heh Heh Heh. For the next 45 mins he was trying to piece together who sent what, since we were all sitting together at the same picnic table and area. He was very flustered, but finally put faces with phone numbers and saved them into his phone. Not only were we having fun, but now the boy has the strongest list imaginable should he not be able to get in contact with da hubs or I. He now has the gals, and that makes him one lucky boy.
Now, to deal with that darn Prosecco truck that drove over me last night and left me in the middle of the road. Da hubs just said to make it known, he pulled me to the curb. Big shouts to da hubs.
No comments:
Post a Comment