I would like to take this opportunity to discredit my husband.
You may remember, many moons ago, when my husband actually participated in the whole blog thing, that he wrote a post about “Don’t call me, it’s gay”.
Now I would like to tell you a story. Keep in mind that this is just one instance out of 100 that I could give you.
June 6, 2010 -4:21 p.m.
From: Lindsey McPherson
To: Brent McPherson
What are you doing?
I think I figured out something with flying. I’ll show you.
Do you know if we have milk at the house?
June 6, 2010 -4:22 p.m.
Lindsey receives a phone call at work. Guess who it is… Brent.
L: Did you need something?
B: You emailed me.
L: Why didn’t you just email me back?
B: I just wanted to call you.
L: So, then, what are you doing?
B: Driving, blah blah blah
L: Oh, ok.
B: So what did you figure out about flying?
L: I said I would show you later.
B: You can’t just tell me???
L: No, I said I would show you.
B: *frustrated grunt*
L: Let me just call you back.
L: I’m about to leave work. I’ll call you on my cell.
B: Fine. We don’t have milk.
Then I promptly got on here to tell all of you. 🙂
You see, Brent does like talking on the phone. In fact, he is quite the jabber mouth. He’s on the phone all the time.