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?