Wife texted me this afternoon and said the kids will get dropped off at my house at 8. I asked how the boy was. She didn't text back. So I text him, tell him yer a scurvy bilge rat, Ya mangy coakroach. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. She text back. He thinks ur weird he said.
I text. Landlubber. Ye be no pirate, matey. Keep your eyes on the mother load.
She text. His gf called from school and he wants to call her at ur house. Number.
I text: His buxsome beauty wishes to dance at ye ball, aye?
Then nothing...
Sad...
ur house How many times do I need to tell her our house?
She didn't forget the O either. Because she always uses the text ur. ur picking up the kids. Which I really think meant are you? and not your.
Oh whatever, overanalyze everything looking for a clue. There isn't any...
I thought talking like a pirate with son, was something that was working.
