Tag: texting

Hmmm, bon bons …

I just exchanged the following series of texts with Michael:

Me: Finished the final pass on LLB*. It’s pretty clean. Only minor corrections needed. I should be able to upload it tomorrow.

Michael: Fantastic baby.

Me: Yeah!! Happy.

Michael: You should be. You’ve been working really hard this year.

Me: Really? Seems like playing. You work hard!!

Michael: Still. It’s not like you have a secretary taking diction while you lounge on the sofa eating chocolate. Oops. I hope I didn’t just give you any ideas for the future.

Me: Hmmm, bon bons…

Michael: Crap. Now you’re going to work twice as hard if you have that dream in your sights.

Me: Maybe I could dictate while knitting. Or doing Pilates. Maybe someone could just follow me around and record my every word. How riveting would THAT be??!

Michael: I’ve created a monster.

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*Note: LLB refers to my soon-to-be-released novella, Love Lies Bleeding.

Texting while married…

Just had the following text-ersation with Michael:

Me: 2736 words. Brain suddenly feeling a bit mushy.

Him: Sounds like it’s time for a workout.

Me: I was thinking of baking. Which is probably the exact opposite.

Me: Also, are you calling me fat?

— LONG PAUSE —

Him: Absolutely not.

Me: That’s not what it sounded like. It sounded like you don’t want cookies.

Him: I would never say no to cookies.

Me: Okay. As long as you have your priorities straight.

Him: Straight as the line between the back door and cookie sheet.

That, btw, is pretty damn straight. Poor Michael — the trials and tribulations of being married to a writer who bakes. Not that he seems to mind. Upon reflection, perhaps this is simply funny to me because I have a case of mushy brain right now… okay, off to bake… another flash fiction friday instalment coming this week.