Showing posts with label she said he said. Show all posts
Showing posts with label she said he said. Show all posts

Thursday, November 7, 2013

She Said, He Said

I used to hate emailing or texting Husband because his responses were so sparse (Definitely a man thing) in comparison to the thoughtful (<-- long-winded) emails I would send him. But after awhile, I learned just to get to the point.

(Thought I'd share this pretty view from my "office," for no reason...)

And maybe that is what we ladies need to do, instead of making our husbands guess or test their mind-reading abilities, just be short and to the point instead of dancing around for answers (or compliments.)

Anyway, here's an email I saved, well, just because...

From: Suzanne [mailto:suzanne.andmyhouse@gmail.com]
Sent: Thursday, April 04, 2013 10:10 AM
To: Husband
Subject: Please answer these questions

Suzanne 10:09 AM (11 minutes ago) to Husband:


Is your tracking number on the PC email?
You are going to grill burgers right?
How do Dark Chocolate Brownies and Mini Lemon Tarts sound?
Do you think I'm smart and pretty? (heh, heh)


From: Husband 
Sent: Thursday, April 04, 2013 10:17 AM
To: Suzanne [mailto:suzanne.andmyhouse@gmail.com]
Subject: Please answer these questions

Husband 10:17 AM (3 minutes ago) to me:


Yes.
If you want.
Good but not a fan of lemon with beer.
Yes!!!


Can we get an awww...? :)

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Husband's Email To Me

This is an actual email exchange between Husband and I. The "dopey dog" is our dog Juno, the 125 lb. one-year-old English Mastiff (she is so busted!) Here's how Husband responds to my sweating the small stuff...

From: Suzanne
Sent: Tuesday, September 20, 2011 9:44 AM
To: Husband
Subject: d-o-g

Any suggestions on how to keep the dopey dog off the couch? I caught her there twice!

From: Husband
Sent: Tuesday, September 20, 2011 9:49 AM
To: Suzanne
Subject: d-o-g
Poisonous droplets wedged between the cushions…male dog photos under the piano bench…treats distributor in the kitchen…induce runaway strategies, like “your real family lives in Chicago”…pawcuff her to the toilet…???