Actual text conversation between the husband and I last night:
Me: TV upstairs is not working
Him: check the remote batteries
Me: I have the box and the tv on. Brainiac. The TV says "no signal"
Him: Oh no work
Me: Yeh. El broko. This pisses me off. Fuck it. I'm throwing it out the window. And also moving my bed downstairs
Him: The tv is on but no signal then its the box or wrong channel
Me: How do I know what channel it's on?!
Me again (because I'm a electronical wizard): Oh. Well I'll be God damned. I hit the 3 on the black remote and the fucker works like a charm now! Thanks honey!!
Him: Thats why you keep me around. If I get too broken down you will be kickin me to the curb!
Me: LMAO! Out the window you go!
Him: Or that. But spend most time in garage so a kickin to the curb makes more sense
Me: True. Otherwise I'd have to drag you up the stairs and that just seems like an awful lot of work.
Him: Thats what I thought (It's a shame he doesn't have a smart phone so it corrects his punctuation)
Me: Maybe you could keep the trash bin on it's side so I could just shove u in there?!?
Him: You are givin this way too much thought.
I mean really people - is this a normal conversation? Please tell me it is!