Brad and I text each other a lot.
A few days ago I read back through some of them.
Here’s a little sample of some texts I’ve received over the last few months.
B: (That stands for Brad. Just thought I’d help you out here.) Having lunch in China Town.
J: (That stands for Julie. Which is my name) Just got a free sandwich at Chick Fil A.
B: Just left the President.
J: Can you bring me a Hershey bar on your way home?
B: Just ran into Owen Wilson at the elevator.
J: I got the cable dude to reduce our payment by $90!
B: Just bumped into the bass player for Aerosmith. They must be playing here tonight.
J: Walking Avery. Just bumped into a squirrel.
B: Taking Tucker to get his ears pierced.
J: We need to file our taxes.
B: CNN called. They want to fly me to Mexico City to film a raid where they plan to rescue underage children. They’ll use the footage on their final Freedom Project for the year.
J: Still can’t find the car keys.
Here’s one in order:
B: A limo picked me up and took us to the steak house.
J: I heard. Katie told on you already. What is the deal with all of this?
B: No… that was Friday night. This is a different one.
And my personal favorites.
B: Btw… a motto from my host. Go braless…it pulls the wrinkles out of your face.
J: Woah. My phone is drunk.
Okay. That’s enough for today. I have to go not see cool people and not go to dinner in limos.
Wish me luck.
3 responses to “Texts”
Misty
November 16th, 2011 at 16:37
This is so funny… and I relate. Randy gets to do all the cool stuff. Love you guys and praying for Brad’s safety and your sanity! (Not to imply that your crazy, only that it would drive me crazy to wait on the sidelines while Randy did something dangerous.)
Rebecca Walden
November 16th, 2011 at 17:27
I still don’t know what’s in the Brad Bun….
thegypsyjules
November 16th, 2011 at 18:07
Now I see. Something sweet, I’m sure.