Our Own Language
February 2, 2010
The coolest thing about marriage is when you realize that you barely have to say anything (or anything in English) to communicate with your spouse. Here is a recent G-chat conversation JD and I had when JD discovered one of our favorite Nashville restaurants, The Local Taco, is opening a location in Brentwood, much closer to our house:
JD: dude!
http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=308369214771&id=81097247804
Kate: DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JD: that could bankrupt us
Kate: i know
JD: that is so f. convenient
JD: i’m aware
Kate: TWO MONTHS! APRIL !
JD: INORITE?!?!?!?!
my heart leapt into my throat when i peeped that tweet
Kate: Wowie. That is marvelous news.
Brentwizzle is takin care of bizness.
JD: b to the rentwood
Kate: magreed
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This old UT grad had trouble understanding all that high faluttin’ Vanderbilt talk. I know your professors are proud! (:>
How convenient?
Like, a five-minute drive.
uh…..inorite? I have to agree with Pappy. You guys are way over our old heads.