Did I ever tell you about the time I asked Cowboy to text me?
He was complaining about how I never answer my phone when I’m at work. I said to him (for the zillionth time) that he is exactly right! I do not answer my phone when I’m at work. My patients have my undivided attention.
Anti-aging and poppin pimples are a serious matter people! How else are we women supposed to compete with the Christie Brinkleys of the world?! Sweet Jesus, she is one beautiful woman and don’t get me started on Halle Berry. If something ever happens to me, I give Cowboy permission to marry either one of these beauties BUT they need to buy their own cheetah print stilettos because I’m not sharing mine! Sharing shoes ranks up there with sharing desserts…it’s a hard no! Did I ever tell you about the time I shared a dessert with my sweet friend, Sheena? That heifer ate just about all of it…but that’s another story. (insert smiley face emoji here).
Last month Cowboy decided to bring up this EXACT conversation AGAIN. So I decided to nip it in the bud-
COWBOY: (talking to me as we were watching our newest Netflix addiction) I tried to call you today and you didn’t answer.
ME: (I get up to stand in front of the tv with my hands on my hips so Cowboy has to pay attention to me) Listen up dude, we’ve had this conversation a zillion times. If you need to get a hold of me and it is an emergency, it’s always best to call the spa phone and a message will be slipped under my door OR you can try something really crazy… and text me.
COWBOY: I always answer your calls and you know I don’t text.
Let me give you the run down on Cowboy’s relationship with electronics-
In the hustle and bustle of this crazy world of technology, one can either accept the changes of how people communicate or maintain the status quo.
I know this comes as no surprise for those of you that know him, but, he falls into the status quo category. He REFUSES TO PARTICIPATE in the world of texting, tweeting and snapchatting (is that a word?).
And here’s another shocker…he carries a flip phone. Yep, you heard it hear first folks. He prefers the 1996 way of communicating via phone.
I’m guessing that there are only a dozen people left in this world that still sport a flip phone in their right shirt pocket. And my husband is the leader of the pack.
A Cowboy, a cow and a flip phone… I know I promised not to make fun of him, but seriously, I just can’t help myself.
Back to me nipping this conversation in the bud-
ME: I’m not trying to mind your business, BUT, it would be so much easier to communicate with you if you would learn to text.
COWBOY: Real men don’t text.
ME: So you’re telling me that Sam Elliot or Tom Selleck (who, in my opinion, are the epitome of real men) do not text?
COWBOY: I’m pretty sure that is correct.
Who am I to argue with that?
’til next Sunday y’all- xo Tammy