I have a very yummy – and natural! – kettle corn giveaway here!
I have a cool little thing in my shower – and no, it’s not what you’d expect. I have a waterproof notepad and pencil. You know, so I can make those lists that I talk about sometimes. It’s actually a pretty cool thing to have.
Some people abuse the privilege though, as evidenced by this “conversation.”
Let me translate for those of you who don’t read scribble.
My husband: I reserved a rm 4 Friday (7/23 drawn in with an arrow – just in case I wasn’t sure from the context of the rest of the note what date he was talking about … and because it was so germane to the discussion anyway) night at Imperial Palace (right there, this should give you a clue that he’s going alone and I’m staying home!) for $56 (including tax), and I’ll take the $5 shuttle instead of a taxi.
Me: Do you know how much I hate text speak? (It’s truly a pet peeve of mine, especially coming from educated people when writing and not actually texting.) And is this really something to share via shower mail? (Because, ya know – when talking about vacations, especially guy weekends, maybe this should be a real converation?) Am I that scary? (Hey, there has to be some justification, right? I’m trying to throw him a lifeline here.)
My husband: Shower mail! Ha! Good one! We’ve invented a whole new form of communication!
And once again? Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. At least I can find the humor in how guys take in information and process it, right?