Okay. I’ll get right on that.
Your husband already ran this morning.
Have you looked at our stats lately? I could sleep for the next four days and he wouldn’t catch up.
So do I.
He gets paid.
That’s a low blow.
You don’t send me flowers anymore.
I never sent you any in the first place. You have one built in.
Smooches Jeannine. Get moving!
That’s sort of passive aggressive don’t you think?
You’ve climbed 2 flights of stairs. That’s the equivalent of the world’s largest Tic Tac
Now you’re just being mean. There is no world’s largest Tic Tac. I Googled it.
We don’t talk anymore. It’s like I don’t even exist.*sob*
Look Fitbit, I take you everywhere I go. I check my status during the day and adjust my activity level to make sure I get my steps in. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
So what you’re saying is that we’re linked at the hip, I nag you and you ignore me, but you might as well do what I say because in the long run I’m right and you’re better off?
Yes, I suppose you could say that.
I’ve become your mother! I feel so special.
Mine bakes cookies.
Then you really better get moving. *hugs* Call me later.
Words by J. B. Everett
Photograph by Marisa McClellan © 2012 Creative Commons