This weekend Jane had a soccer tournament and Alexander had baseball. Mr G and I went with the divide and conquer parenting strategy. I went with Jane to Newhall and Mr G hung out with Alexander for picture day, a game and a few playdates inbetween.
When our foursome is split up we typically rely on texting quite a bit. While Jane was warming up I grabbed my iPhone and played catch up.
My father sent me a message asking where I was. Newhall, I told him. He texted me, Hot?
I moved over to texts from a girlfriend. It was so nice to see you, you look so good, I love your hair… you know the standard stuff. She texted me a question about my shorts, they are cute where did they come from?
I watched a little soccer and then there was a break in the game. I picked up the phone and started sending replies.
I replied to my father’s question about hot: Hot as hell and tacky as shit.
And then I replied to my girlfriend’s question about my shorts: Why thank you.
Except I sent them to the wrong peoople, so the text threads looked like this.
ME: Why thank you.
FRIEND: I love your shorts.
ME: Hot as hell and tacky as shit.
I have tried, unsuccessfully to scrub this from my brain. So I figured I’d share my therapy moment with all of you.