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.