Last week J and I were at Slaters 50/50 for the unveiling of their new menu, which included a Frito Burger, Fried Macaroni Balls, Buffalo Mac-n-Cheese, a Pop Rocks Vanilla Milk Shake and on and on and delicious face stuffing on. One after the next they delivered a signature cocktail to our table to sample followed by another amazing plate of indulgent goodness. Needless to say we were having a lovely time.
There we sat, laughing, indulging in the most sin-ridden foods, enjoying the incredibly creative spirits and about every five minutes my phone would buzz and I would look down to find a text from Keenan.
Text One: Did u call my counselor?
Text Two: Can you please put $ on my BMP card?
Text Three: Can I use your iTunes account please?
Text Four: Did my wallet come in mail?
Text Five: Did you call Coles mom?
I ignored every one one of the texts and continued to stuff my face and post photos all over my social media platforms to show my gratitude to Slaters 50/50 for the delicious food. Then the texts stopped and I patted myself on the back for staying focused on my husband, the mac-n-cheese and the fun we were having instead of getting distracted by silliness that could certainly wait an hour.
Then my phone pinged me to let me know I had a comment on my Instagram photo from Keenan.
I tried to run, but I couldn’t hide.
The same applies to him. I wonder if he realizes that? He will. Because someday soon I plan of proving that. On his Facebook wall. Game. On.