gettin’ texty

usually, phil’s text messages to me are brief and to the point. something like, “im tired.” then a few hours pass by before another one liner appears– “just want to sleep.” but last friday, he must have been feeling a bit giddy at the prospect of a whole weekend off. in any case, he threw his usual careful-to-monitor-his-monthly-text-quota to the wind and let loose:

Phil Tsai: So what’s for dinner?
Me: Maybe fish, or spaghetti? Should I make?
Me: Or go to southbay grill?
Phil Tsai: Why no middle ground? Lawrys or… No food at all…
Me: Haha. Roys or water.
Me: What’s middle ground for fish then? Captain kids?
Phil Tsai: Ruth Chris or throw up last two meals.
Me: Flemings or raid our trash bags.
Me: Since mikey did throw up his last two meals, ruths chris it is!
Phil Tsai: Mortons or watch top chef and lick tv screen.
Me: Craft or fend off skunk & raccoons at miraleste for nancy’s cat food.
Phil Tsai: So what’s for dinner?
Me: Spaghetti?
Phil Tsai: U wanna cook?
Me: Not really but I don’t really wanna lick the tv screen either.
Phil Tsai: How about lick outlet for ants?
Me: Hey I don’t mind cooking if u don’t mind spaghetti. Can we go to target after?
Phil Tsai: Sure.
Me: Deal.