This is the text conversation MB and I had this morning after he left for work.
Me: U forgot ur lunch. And it's snowing!
MB: Omg I gotta poop
Me: Wow. How gross and completely unrelated. Thanks.
MB: I'm stuck doing my stupid physical so I don't find it unrelated.
Me: Uh huh. I hope they don't have to do a prostate exam. That could get ugly.
MB: Check my facebook status.
Me: Can't you just tell me? Why does it have to be all technical?
MB: Cause that's how I roll up in this hizzy. Plus you wouldn't let me touch boobs this mornin
Me: Not with those ice cold hands!
I later checked his facebook status to find this:
Another years physical down. Another year of proctological virginity perserved
I love it that we can have deep conversations about important stuff. Isn't that what love is all about?
I once got a text from my husband telling me he'd just had the "perfect poop" - size, texture and shape. Funny, though, he never mentioned smell. Because the perfect poop would have all of the above and NO SMELL.
ReplyDeleteMine calls me while he's pooping at work. Guess he gets bored? Oy. He's lucky I love him. lmao
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