So, I’m at work (surprise, surprise!) and I got a text message from The Man.  I figured, what the hell, I’ll share it.

He had told me he was heading to take a nap, which he sorely needed, and then sent this:

Now, mind you, I’m pretty convinced I have a “serious mouthfucking” coming my way anyhow.  But still.  It was probably unwise to be cheeky the day after we spent some time figuring out a time to visit each other.

Then again, I never claimed to be wise.   Cheeky, though?  Yes.  I claim that badge with honor.

And hey, my boss just texted me.   The 17-hour shift I’m on?  It’s now going to be a 21-hour shift. 

*sigh*

(Oh, and, look at the first text. Do you see how the word “man” in looks a little wrong? That’s because Antonio either made a typo, or his new phone autocorrected, and what should have been “man” turned into “msn.” It bugged me too much to post it like that, so I edited it.  What?  Shut up, no, I’m not OCD.  You’re OCD!  DIE!)