Deb: Yesterday I was sending a text to my husband and one to my son. I have a weird thing about deleting their previous texts. I don’t. Don’t know why. Just don’t. Sentimental I suppose, which is odd because of course the texts are minutes, hours, days, even weeks apart. I was being driven home from the set and decided to peruse them just to see what was there.
Man I laughed! They were soooooooooooooo unrelated. But so funny in their juxtaposition. Here they are in their crazy unrelated glory:
Barbara: Oh man, Deb, this is soooo fun. Not only did I laugh at yours (“love ya” equals “love taco”???), but I found my own texts equally absurd. Makes for an interesting take on modern poetry, no?
Okay, my turn:
Still don't know what "But cingular home how??" was supposed to mean before auto-correct...
