So apparently my new thing is texting the wrong person. Usually the texts are meant to go to A, but because I’m usually multi-tasking or just not paying attention I end up sending A’s texts to other people….like Mr. Dreads, my father, my old coworker….
Luckily for me none of these texts have been too personal…..yet…..but I did have a moment this morning when I realized I accidentally told Mr. Dreads that I was ovulating.
Note: A had mentioned that he was having dreams I was pregnant and this was my response to him, as well as my usual “Good Morning”
Thank god Dreads and I are close friends or that could have been awkward.
Below are some of my favourite wrong number texts….funny because they didn’t happen to me!
Enjoy, and Happy Thursday!
And this is why I’m a dog person:
House Cat in Oregon attacks baby, traps family in bedroom
This line made me laugh: A rampaging, 22-pound Oregon house cat with a “history of violence…”
God help us if cats ever grow thumbs.
I am comfortable discussing most things, but poop is not one of them. I was thus horrified when I found out that sometimes (I refuse to say often) women poop during labour. Somehow A and I got to discussing pregnancy and labour and I admitted that my two fears about labour and delivery has nothing to do with the pain, but everything to do with the possibility that I may puke or poop – the two “P’s” that I refuse to mention again.
Have you ever had to apologize for something that you didn’t think you should have to apologize for?
I had to do this today, and all I wanted to do was send the below image to the crazy woman instead – because I’m not sorry!
Sometimes I wish I could speak my mind like a child but without the adult consequences.
A finally got the package that I sent him.
And then I laughed out loud in the middle of a meeting.
I mentioned to A that I was sending him something in the mail. He asked what it was. I told him I wasn’t going to tell him. He asked for a clue and I said “you can put it in your mouth.”
My first thought would have been chocolate.
Mr. Dreads was the same – “a dick.”
What is wrong with men?
After being literally exhausted yesterday I passed out early and actually slept a straight 8 hours through the night. I felt amazing when I woke up, but A called me before work and seems to be really missing us (I think by “us” he means me and the dogs because he really bonded with Molly – see below!) and that made me sad.
I’m planning on sending him a care package tomorrow filled with homemade cookies and my own pantygram (new panties, not worn!) and this morning I sent this image to him to cheer him up:
To which he replied:
At least our sense of humour is still intact!