You Just Can’t Make This Stuff Up!

 

Over a year ago  it became necessary to add unlimited texting to our cellular plan.

That or be plagued with gazillion dollar cell phone bills each month.

Thankyouverymuchchildren.

I chose unlimited.

My husband swore he would never use it.

Swore.

Never.

Why would he type out what he wanted to say instead of just picking up the phone and saying it?

After realizing what a time saver and convenience it was, he became an avid texter.

And we couldn’t be more proud.

Or confused.

Case in point…this was our text conversation a few nights ago:

Me: Need u to pick up Claire from dnce. Txt me when u leave wrk.

Husband: K

*30 mins later*

Me: Where r u?

Husband: ch

Me: Huh?

What the?

ch?

church? chewing? choking?

I have no idea.

The Husband walked in the back door and I look at him still perplexed as to what “ch” meant.

I had to know.

So I asked.

He laughed.

“Oh Wendi…don’t  you know anything?”

“Coming Home!”

But of course.

Why didn’t I think of that?

And yes…just like that he invented his own text language.

I am checking into taking him off our plan.

Clearly he is not ready.

Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car?

 

In the fall I received an email announcing upcoming dates for drivers education.

I laughed.

However did my name get put on the list for drivers ed students?

Clearly they had made a mistake.

I hit delete and never thought about it again until Christmas.

One of my dear friends asked me if I signed Chase up for drivers ed yet?

Um….no.

We have boys that are ten days apart, surely she knew this.

They are only fourteen.

“But they will be fifteen in March”, she gently reminded me.

Gasp!!!

Denial…anyone?

His first class was this morning at 6 am.

I didn’t sleep all night.

I tossed.

I turned.

I watched the clock.

I checked on him fifteen times.

Clearly I am not ready for this.

And this my friends… is just the classroom part.

Reunited

 

While perusing the computer for a homework assignment,

I stumbled upon an old flame.

A true love actually.

And I found myself unable to resist the temptation.

I felt like a giddy school girl.

Blushing as I read.

Laughing at old photos.

Reliving days gone by.

How could I have forgotten so easily?

How could I have tucked it all away and never looked back?

Is it possible to rekindle a forgotten love?

My dear internets, it is never too late.

I am proof.

After begging forgiveness and professing my undying love…..

We are reunited.

And it feels so good. (Name that artist)

Never to be separated again.

At least not for months at the time.

So Happy Get Back With Your Blog Day to me!

If you will excuse us…we have some catching up to do!

See you tomorrow!!!