Who would have guessed? Eric thinks his cell phone is the greatest toy ever. He calls me at work. He calls me at home. He calls me from the other side of the couch. He even figured out the text message function. My inbox is filling up with one-word messages, apropos of absolutely nothing: Yes. Hi. Ha.
Huh?
Also, our favorite game now is calling each other and pretending to be loud assholes with cell phones:
Me: Hey, where are you?!?
Him: Driving down I-35 at 80 miles an hour.
Me: Yeah?
Him: And jerking off.
Me: Oh!
Him: Yeah. It's kind of hard to steer.
Me: Well, when are you--
Him: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! IT'S HEADING STRAIGHT FOR---
(Click.)
It's kind of life affirming.