Brian and I e-mail each other back and forth at work. It used to be more frequent, when we were both less busy, but quite a few silly things fly back and forth on the internets between us still. I’ve saved most of the funniest ones in my email, and I was reading over them this morning. Among many references to Baked Potato Day and odd pictures of bunnies, I found this gem from several years ago:
Me: Just so you know, we’re attending PBDA’s dance on Saturday July 2nd no matter what. It’s Pete Jacobs Wartime Radio Revue, and they’re awesome.
Brian: Oh… I think I’m sick that weekend. Let me check my calendar… 😛
Me: I think it must me Jackass Fever… that’s what happens when you’re such a jerk all the time.
Brian: I think that’s a childhood disease. 🙂
Me: Yes, but you can get it when you’re an adult too. It’s supposed to be way worse when you’re older, like Chicken Pox.
Brian: Chicken Pox, when you’re older, are called shingles. Jack Ass Fever, when you’re older, is called handsome.
Me: Thanks for that bit of trivia. I had always heard it called Paininthepatoot, but that must be its Latin name.
Brian: No, you’re thinking of the condition where you have a great, big, ol’ stick up your butt. That usually only affects old people with lawns.
Me: It’s a good thing we don’t have a lawn, otherwise you would be highly susceptible. Gasp!
Brian: Hey! I’m not old!
Me: Of course you’re not, dear.
Brian: Damn skippy. Now, as I was… wait… was that sarcasm?
Me: Of course not. I would never be sarcastic to you.
Brian: Okay, good. Now as I was… wait a second… what was I talking about again?
Me: We were talking about how handsome you are.
Brian: That’s a discussion that could take hours.
Me: It really could. I just wanted to say that you’re extra handsome when you take me out to see Pete Jacobs and his Wartime Radio Revue.
Brian: I am? Well in that case, we should go see them. When are they playing again?
Me: Saturday night, July 2nd 🙂
Brian: We are so there!
In closing, I would like to offer you two pictures of bunnies for your viewing pleasure. This e-mail file is GOLD, I tell you.