I texted HF the other night while he was at work:
ME: I have your work phone
HF: OKay, I'm 10-17 to the house.
ME: That means diddly squat to me
HF: Time to learn
ME: It's not like I can't hear you roaring into the driveway.
It seems like all we do is text these days. And I don't have a full keyboard like HF does on his blackberry, so my texts look like this.
ME: when will u B home?
HF: I'm changing right now.
ME: Do u want 2 make out when u get here?
ME: C u L8R.
Yes, we schedule intimacy.