The latest funny conversation I had with DH (dear husband) is an email conversation. One great thing about my hubs- he always comes home from work right on time, and if he's going to be late (or early), he calls or emails me. God bless him!
So this is the email I received, at about 3pm on Friday afternoon.
Honey, Just finished a meeting in Summerlin. Taking a crap at target. Heading home soon. Love you
Sent by Good Messaging (www.good.com)
My email reply:
hahahahahaaaaaaaaa! Are you texting on the crapper? Awesome.
His reply:
Of course. Where else would I text from?
Sent by Good Messaging (www.good.com)
Isn't marriage grand when your husband feels so utterly comfortable with you that he lets you in every time he's taking a poo? That he loves me so much that he was thinking of me while he was taking a shit at Target? Ohhhhhh, I feel the love!
The love smells like shit, but hey, it's love just the same. It's the little things...right?
This is almost as bad as his shitbooking!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
YES! Curtis always calls/texts me from the john. I have no idea why he associates "taking a dump" with "talking to the wife" ... nor am I sure whether I should be flattered by that, LOL ... but anyway, I've got a toilet-texter too. :)
You know, in a marriage you gotta take the good wherever you find it!
This was hysterical.
Found you through Linda Lou...you are too funny! Love your blog:)
LOL. Kevin and I have just starting doing this. The other night I told him to cuddle at his own risk I had some really bad gas and his reply was, "It's okay honey, just let em rip."
Post a Comment