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| Foxxy |
Apologies for the long break, foxxy mamas! I do trust that
you have all been well…. So where were we last time, something about dirty
genes and stuff, right? Well today’s post is about more of that; the tale of
more errant texts and such so buckle up and let’s gooooo! Haha…
You would think that when someone is in the dog house they
have better vision with which to see the error of their ways but not this one.
Keep in mind that the previous time, the reason for the dog house in the first
place, was an occurrence on a fresh scar…
Three full weeks of trying to get
things in order then boom! “unapangaje kuhusu zile ndoo za bag”. What the hell
even, lol.
So this was a text that got delivered at a point we were trying to
get data going and all, so I had his phone and he had mine as I had data but a ‘kaduda’
phone while he had a smart phone but no data. I made a mental note to ask him
about it and make some fun of the spellings but forgot so that was that, until of course I had his phone again and
was flipping through the texts to find out what it was I was to roast him about
when I saw that the conversation in question had reproduced, with his responses
that is…
“Hi nakumbuka.. I will organize it” then “If possible please text me
with a different number. Thx (smiley)” and the response came “please do coz
nataka kwendea stock weekend”. His response was a thumbs up emoji.
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| teren teren... |
At this point my inner FBI comes out and I wonder why text
with a different number though? Hhmmm? As he was out at the time, I wait
patiently until he returns, then calmly I ask him about the text to do with
bags and ‘ndoo’ lol, why am I even dignifying this … His response, silence,
then “It was a wrong number so I called later to find out who it was but found
that I did not know the person.”
So I tell him his response on phone cannot be a viable
exchange in this matter as I was not there at the time, but his text certainly did not imply it
was a wrong number as he said. Also, why tell them to text with a different
number? What’s wrong with this one?
Silence.
I ask again, get more silence, again, yet more silence, until I get
furious, which is exactly what he wants and though I know it I cannot help but
give it to him.
“Do you think ignoring me will end the problem? I want an
answer and get it over with. This is the juicy tilapia he was fishing for.
“With you it can never be over, and regardless of what I say
or don’t say you will get angry” etc etc…
This again, really??? Of course I get angrier and he goes
permanently quiet, I speak all the words in my head until I have none left but
the anger is still there.
He has won this one for now, and once we get to the house as
we were out on an errand he takes the ipad and plays games on it, while simultaneously listening to some cartoon via earphones on his laptop.
He just had to steal
the show didn’t he? Well no worry, the kids are both sound asleep in their
designated beds so I go into the bedroom with a large mug of tea and lock the door.
He can sleep on his laptop tonight.
Idiot.
XO
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