Aren’t guessing games the BEST?
I know sometimes it’s frustrating, getting into the rhythm of a story only to hit the To Be Continued wall, but I’ve been feeling the lack of interaction lately, so I enjoyed the comment action.
And, if Husband is to be believed, this blog is all about me.
But the time has come to appease your curiosity and answer the days’ old question:
What the fuck was his excuse for his phone?
Answer, and the full conversation, after the jump.
ME: … And it was just a really bad day for your phone to be on the fritz!
HIM: It wasn’t on the fritz.
HIM: I just wasn’t getting messages.
ME: … That’s…
HIM: And it randomly shut off for a while, and then I was getting that “emergency calls only” error and had to restart it.
HIM: And then when your texts did come in, they came in the wrong order.
HIM: And a few hours late.
ME: THAT’S “ON THE FRITZ!”
HIM: Well then, yeah. Sorry.
Sometimes—I’m not saying every conversation, or even often, but sometimes—I look at him and honestly wonder if he’s a representative of another species, sent here to test human reactions to fuckery and random sequences of words.