First, by text:
ME: Don't push anyone, I'm coming home.
HIM: Too late I pushed the cat. And your dad.
HIM: And I have plans to push your mom.
Then, by food. We recreated this, except with parmesan risotto and tempura fried sweet potato crisps, all with leftovers from the freezer and pantry, because apparently leftovers is also one of my love languages. Mr took pictures, but I was too full to lever myself off the couch and upload them last night. Or even look at them.
I was also too full to check my email or respond to any comments on yesterday's cloth diaper post. Because I'm awesome like that.
Then we communicated by talking about how logical and not crazy Scientology is, and how the twenty-six minutes of Sister Wives we watched two weeks ago still makes us want to throw things at the television.
Just like last time, we did not clean up the kitchen or wash any dishes. It was heaven.
This morning, we spent time we didn't have talking about the Occupy movement and the pros and cons of changing their chant to "You're rich! We're not! Do something!"
Then I had to bother him to get the transcript of yesterday's texts, because between then and now I might have mislaid my phone, but the only way I could convince him was to send him this email, to which he responded immediately, of course.
From: Mrs (mailto:mrs@hahaimnotwritinganythingfunnyinherebutyourestillreadingit.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 12:46 PM
To: Mr (mailto:mr@stillhisbusiness.com)
Subject: nothing
SEND ME THE TRANSCRIPT OF OUR TEXTS YESTERDAY, OR I'LL KEEP CAPSYELLING AT YOU UNTIL YOU DO!!
IT WILL BE EXTREMELY ANNOYING, AND YOU WILL START TO HATE YOURSELF. BUT NOT ME, BECAUSE I AM AWESOME. AND BEAUTIFUL.
KIND OF LIKE GALADRIEL, BUT WITH NORMAL SKIN AND HAIR THAT DOESN'T WAVE AROUND EVEN WHEN THERE'S NO WIND.
Don't you wish you had our life?
