And now, an afternoon text chat with Husband.
Me-“I just fell off a ledge and into a snowbank in front of a thousand cars on Main Street.”
Him again-“I mean, omigosh are you ok?”
Me-“And a pop blew up in your pickup.”
Him-“Now that is not funny.”
Me-“And your windshield wiper broke off.”
Him-“You’re back to your car only.”
Me-“I cleaned up the pop.”
Him-“I need that pickup functional”
Me-“Relax, I think you can fix the wiper…”
Me again-“I think.”
That’s hilarious. I’m going to have my husband read this as a lesson in husband texting. Too funny!
Honesty is always the best policy!!!! ha ha Rich
Sliding in the “You can fix it, can’t you?” challenge, that’s cheating…
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