Actually, I love texting. I don't do text speak though. I like to spell everything out in full and even insert apostrophes.
Last night I thought I'd attempt to engage Alf in conversation. He is the youngest and quietest of my three kids and normally communicates using a combination of shrugs, sighs and eye rolls. The conversation below made me chuckle because I was imagining his face everytime he received a text.
me: Hi Alf :)
me: Are you at home? I'm on the bus.
me: Not just the normal bus though. If I hadn't seen the driver when I got on I'd swear Sandra Bullock was behind the wheel... we are doing about 90!
me: Sandra Bullock, Keanu Reeves girlfriend in the film Speed. Honestly, we are zooming!
me: Seriously Alf, the driver is a maniac. I am trying to find a lipstick so I can write HELP! backwards on the window.
me: Do you think it would work in Vaseline?
alf: Stp txtng me.
me: OMG.... we have just passed a cop car in the fast lane!
alf: dnt say OMG ur 2 old.
me: Alf, are you watching TV? There's a helicopter circling overhead and he may be filming. Quick, see if you can see my lip salve sign on the news.
alf: ur not funy. STP TXTNG ME
me: I'm not being funny... I've just noticed the driver's wearing racing goggles and a long silk scarf... that's not a good sign is it?
alf: brng hme mcdnlds
me: Heartless Alf, heartless. I'm in the crash position and you're thinking about junk food?!
alf: bgr kng
me: It's alright darling, you can stop panicking... the bus is slowing down.
me: Oh thank goodness, we've just pulled into the bus station and he's going to open the doors.
me: Don't worry darling, mummy's fine and I'll be home soon :)
If anyone out there would also like a flurry of really irritating texts between 5 and 6pm Auckland time, please feel free to send me your number on a postcard. Everyone else I know seems to turn their phones off round about then?!