Texts from the Toilet Stall
While out shopping today, my gut started not feeling so well. Like most women, I only do that business at home unless it's an extreme emergency. My rumbly tumbly quickly became less than happy, so I ran off to the store bathroom (while praying that it was deserted). RCC was patiently waiting on me, so I thought I'd be courteous and let him know it'd be a while:
Me: It'll be a few minutes. I've got mud falling outta my ass.
Me: Didn't even get out of the stall before the next round hit.
Me: I broke out in a sweat.
RCC: You're gross.
Me: Bad butt. Guess the body's not so happy with our recent diet.
RCC: Hehe I'm fine.
Me: Brat. I'm giving leaving the stall another go. Wish me luck.
RCC: G'luckIn the midst of my updating RCC on the status of my bad butt, Digger sent me a text.
Digger: Find anything for ur favorite son?
Digger: As in a vehicle miss old timer. Did ya forget :P
Me: Haven't looked yet. I'm out shopping for parade stuff, that's where the confusion came from.
Digger: U suck
Me: Do not. Currently, I am less than sucking. I've got shit falling out of my ass, which is pretty much the opposite of sucking.
Digger: Thats gross. This is y old people shouldn't be allowed to text. (Don't you love that my son will make sure he uses the contraction for should not, yet shortens "why" to "y"?)
Me: Why? You texted me first.
Digger: Cuz ur gross. Anywho...I forgot
Me: Now leave me along so I can complete my job here.
Digger: Fine cranky
Me: I'll talk to you when I'm done turning myself inside out. Love you.Yep. Those kind of text convos are absolutely normal in the GunDiva/RCC household. Aren't you glad I could share?