A: Guess what I wear for a hat…  “a lentil”.

That’s all.

S: Guess what I use for a beanbag…………………….. “a raisin”

A: Okay, we can do this; get through the second half of this ridiculously beautiful Friday…

S: THREE HOURS TO GO! (I accidently left my caps lock on… but I think I pulled it off… )

A: Favorite Disney movie? Go.

S: The Lion King.  Hands down.

You?

A: How strange.  That’s mine too!  I’m listening to Disney Pandora The Lion King…

S: It’s not strange… just more evidence that it clearly is the best.

That is a seriously good station.  Thumbs-up something for me!

A: Very true.  I’ve definitely thumbs-upped many songs on this station so that shouldn’t be a problem.
S: I’m pretty sure that reading the spec guide totally put me to sleep.

A: Umm yeah that’s pretty dry.  I’m surprised I didn’t hear your head hit the desk following by snoring.
S: I know, right?  Sometimes I wish I were a dolphin.  They can put only half of their brain to sleep at a time while the rest of them is functioning.   I think that’s pretty cool.
A: Did you know dolphins are the smartest animals………………….

That is a famous quote between me and my friends.  I said that sentence sitting in a pool with my friends and they were excepting me to follow with some other comment and I just didn’t and I think we laughed for about 10+ minutes straight.  Sounds silly but it was funny to this day.

S: That’s hilarious!  I love those stories.  And then you say them with other people and you just get weird looks.  It’s kind of sad.  At this point I’m so full of inside jokes that people are used to me just laughing to myself and don’t expect me to explain anymore.  Thank goodness.  Explaining just makes it worse.

A: You seem like you could appreciate a story like that.  Inside jokes are the best. 

I love how G is always bursting to give his opinion to you.

S: I know, right?  I hope one day he realizes that he doesn’t need to validate his existence by explaining things.  Because I totally feel like that sometimes.

A: Hey guess what.  It’s 3:30 that’s what.

S: AH! I freaking love that time!!!!!!

Do you want to hear a mildly entertaining story?

A: Yes, please.
S: So my phone is a weird text-er.  There are some words that as I type it assumes the next letters to finish the word (not very many of these—and they’re things like “hooray” and “Rexburg”  I don’t know why it chose those… but whatever).  But for the most part, as I type in keys it assumes which letter combination I’m actually putting in (hooray for 9-key![this is probably why hooray is one of my predictive words J]) and then at the end of the word I hit the ‘next’ button to scroll through the options it thinks are words………………….

It thinks really weird things are words, and words that are words aren’t.  For instance, whenever I type freaking, it comes out freakhog—I have to hit next to get the right one.  It’s really annoying.  You wouldn’t believe how often I use the word freaking and I hate hitting the next button.  So I’ve decided that freakhog should be a word.

I think I will use it all the time.

S: Hah!  Follow up!  I totally had to add the word ‘freakhog’ to my dictionary in order to send the email!

A: That was actually a pretty entertaining story.  I enjoyed it because that totally used to happen to me.  It’s been less than a year since I used the 9 digit key pad with the “predictive” text option.  Similar things have happened to me.  Did you ever get a chance to visit the “Damn You Autocorrect” website?  Freakhog awesome.

S: I totally spaced.. I’ll have to look it up!

A: Sometimes when I stretch, unexpected squeaks and noises come out of me.

S: I totally do the same thing.  Also, my phone thinks ‘mcsneakerton’ is a word.  I think I’ve corrupted it.

A: Nice, do you know any mcsneakerton type people?

S: ….. I may or may not have gone through a ‘mc’ phase.  Someone wasn’t sneaky, they were sneaky mcsneakerton.  Or spicy mcspicerton.  Apparently my phone speaks crazy.

A: I don’t know, some say “your phone is only as crazy as you are”.  And by some I mean me. :)

S: Oh yes.  I was assuming that my phone had learned Crazy from me.  The same way that people from India way back when ago had English accents—they all learned from people from England.

A: Wait I take that back I did have the correct your.  Wow, now I’m just going crazy.
S: You’re certifiable.  Although I don’t know who is going to certify it… heaven knows I’m clinically insane.