For those who haven’t read the first part check it out here.
Random texting continues with…
RP: just lying about you comin tonight.
(I had just asked if Mandee had done anything weird lately in order to determine her alien status.)
Me: Bros before hos.
RP: Is she a bro? because I know shes a….
(As it was late I decided to take a break to get some sleep. The next day the saga continued with a few texts sent by my husband while we were out eating with some friends.)
Me: Mandee asks why you buggin?
RP: Shes a tard
Me: yea she so tarded it take her an hour to make minute rice yo
RP: Word G!
(Finally, a G! Does the fact that it’s capital make up for the all missin’ ones?)
Later, I looked up the number and found out it’s from a little town in Tennessee.
Cue dueling banjos…
Tennessee. Middle of nowheresville. Guy named Todd.
I’m now wondering if the “random person” is really a friend of my husband’s. The friend lives in TN. He has the same name. He would go dancing at a place called Rollin in the Hay. He’s always trying to hook up with the ladies.
Just thinking about this made me laugh so hard I snorted. If this is true it’s absolutely the best thing EVER! Pièce de résistance.
As a test I sent a message to the number I have saved for him in my phone. The reply? Wrong number.
The circle is complete.