Saturday, July 2, 2011

Probably inappropriate, but what the hell...

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.
RCC:  Really?
Me: I broke out in a sweat.
RCC: You're gross.
Me:  Nu-uh
RCC:  Uh-uh
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'luck
In 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?
Me: Where?
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?

7 comments:

Allenspark Lodge said...

Texting it is bad enough, but blogging? I'm gunna tell your mom...Oh wait, I wont have to. She follows you, too.

Bill

Mrs. Mom said...

Butt Explosions are totally not bloggable.. lol

You aint right girl. gotta be the thin air up there ;)

Mr. Daddy said...

ROFL, not for the condition, I hate the growlers.....LOL

Butt... for the text surrounding it...

Being from a household that can only use text for our conversations I totally understand...*snort*

P.S. hope everything came out all right in the end.....*snort,wheeze,cough,BWAHHAAAAAA...*

Rachel said...

ARGH! I was cringing at the thought that I would find Mr. Daddy's comment here...

Butt frankly, Mrs. Mom had me cracking up. Well, and Bill too... and Mr. Daddy - yeah, still cringing on that one.

You know, the least those boys could have done was give you some electronic morale support while you were in there... MEN. sigh

Anonymous said...

I understand you were obviously traumatized by this experience so you had to blog about it to try and "relieve yourself"

Daddy Hawk said...

It's a relief to know that you give a crap...unless you are just stalling.

Oh...and remind me never to borrow your phone.

Aunt Crazy said...

I LOVE THIS POST!!!

We totally have inappropriate text convos all the time...heeheehee