The following text message conversation occurred between my husband and me last night/this morning.
I had just gotten home at 8:00.
Me: Crap. C(my roommate) is going to spend the night at her Mom's house tonight.
Me: You know I don't like to sleep alone in strange houses.
Me: Seriously, I don't know if I will get much sleep tonight now.
Joe: You can come here if you want.
Me: No, I'll just suck it up. I'll be o.k. right?
Joe: Of course you will
Me: What if a serial killer tries to get in?
Me: You didn't answer the serial killer question.
Still no response.
Me: Fine. I'm going to sleep. I'm kind of scared. :(
Joe: Oh sorry, I left the room for a bit. Goodnight. I love you.
Me: WHAT ABOUT THE SERIAL KILLER???
Joe: There is no serial killer.
Me: You waited too long to answer. Now I don't believe you.
Joe: It was nice knowing you.
Me: You aren't funny.
I went to bed. The next morning he sends me this text:
Are you there? Did a serial killer get you?
Me: She's dead. Next I'm coming for you.
Joe: Bring it on A**Hole
Me: Now I'm going to send you Michelle's head in a box and put it on your doorstep.
Joe: I can think of some things I can do with her head.
Me: You're gross.
Then I laughed and laughed.
(yes we do both have a twisted sense of humor)