Wednesday, December 9, 2009

40 Seconds

An actual telephone conversation with my husband last night. Zero exaggeration.

4:45pm
Him: hey.
Me: hey.
Him: ts'up?
Me: couch is ready to be picked up.
Him: yeah?
Me: they close at 6.
Him packing his bag: on my way.
Me: thought so.
Him: bye.
Me: later.

Twenty-one words and one colloquial contraction hybrid later we have a new couch in our living room. I guess what's there to talk about, really?

4 comments:

Cristie Ritz King said...

Hey-nobody ever argued that the guy didn't get crap done right?
Enjoy the new couch. You deserve it mama.

pajama mom said...

pictures!!!

Andy said...

Now you can sit on the new couch and talk :)

One Sided Momma said...

c- he is the ONE to get crap done, this is true! :)

pjm- you got it, i'll sneak into next few posts.

andy- yes, definitely more conducive to conversation over the sadie haired floor. she is not allowed on this one. about time for some adults to prevail in this household! :)