You're upstairs why are you texting?
Open letter to SS27, on the third floor of the house, texting my husband
Are you that lazy that you can't haul your ass downstairs to talk to him?
if you're that lazy, why don't you just CALL him?
or are you being sneaky, because you think that my husband hides his phone and messages from me?
well, when we're in the car and you text him, who do you think reads the texts to him, you idiot?
he's not going to text and drive, and risk his life & those around him
buzz-buzz another text
honey can you read that for me it's probably "leech"
then I scroll back and see all the crap you say about me to your father