Nick just asked me why Tank is always running around the house with my underwear. I told him it's all summed up in my blog post An Open Letter to Tank. To which he responded, “I’m not reading that voodoo shit”. Voodoo shit? Did I hear that correctly? I here I thought I was the weird, dramatic one. But even I don’t call anything pertaining to the web and social media voodoo. He also refuses to get on Facebook or check out my twitter page.
So naturally I yelled, “You never listen to me when I talk….viamysocialmediachannels.”
This was followed by a I’m-concerned-for-your-mental-health kind of look and confirmation that I am still the weird one in this relationship.
Jaime-47; Nick-0.
Jaime-47; Nick-0.
For the... win?
ReplyDeleteThis is the exact reason I've completely given up on trying to explain anything to my wife that may be brought back to facebook, twitter, or mah bloggings.