Yesterday William was reflecting out loud about a decision he made a while ago.
He admitted that it might not have been the smartest thing he’d ever done, but he proceeded to rationalize it with, “Well, but I can see my point.”
Tooting your horn
William’s words of wisdom
“You know what’s hard?” he asks.
Mike and I look up from what we’re doing expecting deep insight …
“To stop eating chocolate ice cream.”
Right, thank you for that insightful little nugget.
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Text messaging is evil … sort of
Need more proof that text messaging is a passive-aggressive form of communication?
Here’s a for-instance for you.
Consider Mike who opted to warn with his roommate textually, instead of verbally, last night about the sprinkler system around their new apartment.
That choice resulted William’s disturbance this morning around 5 a.m. by a stream of water and what I can only imagine was a hurried exit from his hammock.
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Names on Boxes
The following is a message that Mike sent me yesterday morning. As a little background information, Mike and his roomies never throw anything away. Thus, they have old boxes a-plenty, most of which still have the first addressee’s name on the box. In this case, Mike was recycling one of William’s old boxes.
9:51 AM Mike: SO the other night i got a box out of the tonnes we have in the laundry room and packed up that laptop i’m going to sell on e-bay
i packed it up, taped it up, and this morning, the box was open
9:52 AM and william was like: “I saw this huge heavy box with my name on it, and got super excited and opened it!”
Pretty funny, no? I literally lol’ed.