|Visiting a pile of rocks.|
J: Don't be that person...is it twirling letters?
T: No...and its not a dancing banana either.
T: I love kid president.
J: You know you're the kind of idiot that would vote for him in the future to. *mimicing me* Oh let's repeal the latest election and make kid president the president...*keeps talking and talking*
T: Johnathan....you realize you just called your wife an idiot.
J: That's why I kept talking. I hoped you wouldn't notice.
T: Oh you can globetrot without me but the moment I mention going somewhere without you you're all negative and "devils advocate."
J: Tatiana, you know that traveling is for gentlemen and grown ups only.
T: You say these things over skype for your own safety don't you.
J: Pretty much.
T: My mom thinks I posted your status on facebook for you.
J: Well I do tend to use social media by getting you to do it for me so it's not a surprising assumption.
J: And the restaurant was out of burgers and fries.
T: Wow your life is hard.
J: I really wanted a burger and fries.
T: Oh I'm Johnathan I'm in Madagascar with a driver at my disposal and I can't have a burger waaaaaaaah.
J: Shut up.
T: Lookit!! I'm coding and drinking a glass of wine! Aren't proud!?!?
J: Oh punkin. You're suppose to drink while you're validating, not coding. But good for you.
T: I hope your trip is an abject failure and you're bad at your job.
J: I hope you have writers block and get nothing done!
(side note: As horrible as that sounds. This is how we're supportive of each other.)
T: You're a weirdo.
J: Yeah...but I'm your weirdo...forever.
T: I've been watching to much Murphy Brown and Criminal Minds.
J: Awww were you wondering why Corky was delivering the profile.
T: So cute story about that song and your godson...
J: *interrupting me*...he thinks they're saying bum bum doesn't he?
T: how did you know?!
J: I'm a boy...he's a boy. I know how he thinks.
*Talking about our goddaughter*
T: So I told Jamie to just pin currency to her shirt and give her your business card.
J: That's basically the perfect idea for International day.
*out for beer with him and some of his co-workers*
co-worker: How long have you been married.
T: Almost 7 years.
co-worker: Where have you been hiding her?!
J: She's my secret shame.