I sent the BF a link to this blog on Friday. I didn't think that he would actually read it, figuring that he had better things to do on a Friday afternoon. While making dinner on Sunday night, he turned to me and said:
BF: Hey, so I read your blog.
ET#2: Uh-huh.
BF: I find it interesting that you choose to write about what you do.
ET#2: Huh?
BF: The details and the events are not what I would expect.
ET#2: So, you think that I should write about other stuff?
BF: Maybe.
ET#2: So, maybe I'll post about this conversation.
BF: Yeah, sure.
So, here it is, by special request, the rundown of our conversation on Sunday.
1 comment:
this is also the most passive/aggressive conversation I have ever heard referenced.
Where is the communication people?
Isn't what BF really saying something along the lines of
"hey stop ragging on me every third time i'm mentioned"
or
"why would you tell anyone I like the Back Street (back side?) boys?"
or possibly
"i would be much madder, but no one of any consequence reads this except your lamo friends"
hahah
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