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Texty Voyeurism: How to handle yourself in a storm

*at approximately 1:30am last week while The Husband was out of town

Me:  (local weatherman) just came on live to say maybe hail. winds up to 50mph.
Him:  Be careful
Me:  uh...careful doing what?
Him:  Whatever you do when it hails and winds at fifty
Me:  oh you mean stand out in the front yard and dance on the lightpole?
Him:  Exactly
Me: okay well, maybe won't wear sequined bikini then

You're a Text Voyeur: Leathers

Following is a thrilling text convo (exactly as typed) between me & The Husband about an hour ago, who is currently on a Boy Weekend with his brothers, dad and uncle involving food, football and stupidness:

Him:  What are you up to. is your boyfriend over
Me:  he just left he had to go recycle his beer cans.
Him:  Sweet
Me:  when he comes back we're going to go online to order my leathers for when i ride on his motorcycle.
Him:  Good to know. pink ones i hope matching lucy's collar
Me: no red. red with a black lightning bolt down my back.