I am feeling a smidge better -- only because I know that in a week, Z-man will be here for a few days and he will get the hug that I feel we both richly deserve.
This has been a difficult week for me, what with Roo's broken arm, more weird staff-upheaval crap at work, a weekend from hell that was chorus-related, a very hurtful fight with my BFF and now Z-man on top of that.
We endeavor to persevere, as Lone Watie once said in "The Outlaw Josie Wales." Then we declared war ...
In the interest of being a little more lightweight today -- and lift the mantle of doom -- I am going to share a text-message exchange between Wonderhubby and me from late Wednesday afternoon, as we decided what we were going to do for dinner.
Now, let me explain that WH is one of the worst spellers known to man. Part of it is that he is dyslexic. The other part? He's a lousy speller.
What's funny is that he often takes the harder spelling of sound-alike words. For example, he will use "weigh" for "way." Spelled properly, just the wrong word.
To further set up this story: One of our favorite restaurants has the word for a heavenly winged creature in the name. Got the picture? Ok, here we go.
WH: eggs or angle?
Evil Wife: angle?? you mean angel? for dinner?
EW: Doesn't matter. Angel is fine. What is your eta?
WH: Freeway no. 1 @ freeway no. 2
WH: Your eta my angle?
EM: Are you talking dirty to me?????????
No, apparently, he wasn't. He thought I was still at work and was talking sweet (misspelled) nothings in my
Gotta love him ...