Soy Pls

I love text paging. Something about it is so efficient and crisp and clean, despite the raping we get from the phone companies for the privilege of engaging in it. Sometimes I think that if it wasn't for text paging, I might never get to talk to my wife. Heather can't use email or make calls at work so we often text back and forth when we get a spare minute. We even have one of those new "Text Free" apps that works on the iPads now to expand our areas of coverage.

 

We also use texting for more mundane and practical purposes. For instance, every evening our bedtime routine has HB putting Brooke down and me reading to Maddie and getting her to sleep. We often spend hours doing this in separate rooms twenty feet apart.

 

Most nights Brooke sucks down her bottle like a carwash vacuum cleaner and asks for "More Bubba, Pleesh". But she's almost sleeping so Heather doesn't want to do anything to wake her up again. What to do? Our solution is that Heather texts me:

 

"soy pls"

 

or, if she's in a frisky mood:

 

"soy me!"

 

And I get up and go downstairs and get the soy milk, bring it upstairs, do a quick mid-air re-fuel of Brooke's bottle, and put it back. This minimizes the disturbance to the almost-asleep little blonde chick.

 

Problem solved!