Mr.P called to let me know that I went over my 400 txt message this past month. Oops. At least it's only about $8 in charges. The conversation ended with him needing to run an errand, but first he let me know we need to have a "chat" tonight. That's never a good sign...
5 minutes later, the following txt sequence took place:
Mr.P: pssst...I luv you :-)
PhinneyGirl: Why do I have a feeling you're going to come home and piss in my cheerios?
Mr.P: I luv cheerios ;-)
PhinneyGirl: I don't luv your piss.
Monday, November 3, 2008
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