Thursday, March 3, 2011

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.


I chose unlimited.

My husband swore he would never use it.



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?


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.