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The madness that is my family

Gotta love my family. A slightly embarrassed sis was laughing like crazy on the phone just now. My dad is like a little kid at heart on a normal day, so picture this:

Dad is sitting in an airport between flights. He's had maybe two hours sleep in about two days. He switched phones with my sister before he left because her phone has global roaming on it. So he's playing with it and realises that her text messages are saved to my sister's phone, rather than to her simcard and so he starts flipping through them...

Lucky for my sister, there is nothing incriminating in there, but there are several messages from her husband to her, since she was away at a conference recently. They say stuff like missing you heaps and contain mushy words like "honeybuns," "sweetheart" and "cuddles" and he always signs off his text messages to her "Love G."

So what does dad do? He chooses all the choice phrases and composes a text message to my brother in law of course. It goes something like:

Hi honeybuns. Missing you heaps already. Snuggles. Love D.

So bro-in-law gets the message, binks for a minute, cracks up laughing and composes a reply:

Hi sweetie! Are you wearing the little black lacey number I bought you? Love G.

He gets the response:

Shhh! That's private.

The madness that is my family

Gotta love my family. A slightly embarrassed sis was laughing like crazy on the phone just now. My dad is like a little kid at heart on a normal day, so picture this:

Dad is sitting in an airport between flights. He's had maybe two hours sleep in about two days. He switched phones with my sister before he left because her phone has global roaming on it. So he's playing with it and realises that her text messages are saved to my sister's phone, rather than to her simcard and so he starts flipping through them...

Lucky for my sister, there is nothing incriminating in there, but there are several messages from her husband to her, since she was away at a conference recently. They say stuff like missing you heaps and contain mushy words like "honeybuns," "sweetheart" and "cuddles" and he always signs off his text messages to her "Love G."

So what does dad do? He chooses all the choice phrases and composes a text message to my brother in law of course. It goes something like:

Hi honeybuns. Missing you heaps already. Snuggles. Love D.

So bro-in-law gets the message, binks for a minute, cracks up laughing and composes a reply:

Hi sweetie! Are you wearing the little black lacey number I bought you? Love G.

He gets the response:

Shhh! That's private.