Pick up the phone! That’s what I used to say.
We were dating. I couldn’t get enough of him. I could talk to him for hours. I could spend half of that time just saying ‘I love you’ over and over again.
I love you more. No, no, really I love you more. I love you the mostest of the most.
Sometimes he wouldn’t answer when I called. I’d be devastated. Pick up the phone!
We didn’t have text messaging back in those days. No LOLs. No Twitter. No GPS position reporting. Not even email.
Pick up the phone! Where are you? I really need to talk.
And then he would, and we’d talk for an hour, and I’d go to bed already dreaming before I fell asleep. Dreaming that I would wake up to a ringing phone and it would be him on the other end. Good morning.
Now we’ve been married for over 10 years. And he watches football on his phone. And he plays Clash of Clans. And he emails his boss. And he Skypes with his clients. And he texts me from upstairs and asks me to bring him up a manila folder. I’m trying to make dinner.
And I find myself saying, ‘Would you please put down the phone?’
Made me laugh
Glad to hear it.