So after all that yesterday, with me grinning smugly about my crime-fighting skills (and wondering if the FBI is currently recruiting...I was picturing myself in a government-issued blue jogging suit on long runs through the winding hills of Quantico, Virginia. Just call me Clarice Starling), karma has a way of letting you know exactly where you fall in the order of the universe.
I had been following a friend's updates on Facebook regarding her sleep-striking children and thought an invitation to get out of the house might be in order. So I texted her, saying "Hey! Want to meet at **** water park at **** ****** (location) after Scotty wakes up? I've found wet babies make for sleepy babies!"
And the response I got:
"To bad you have the wrong # I would bring my baby along for some playtime."
WHAT?!?!?!?!
Holy cats, who exactly was I texting?? What the heck? And please, please tell me this person was not using the word "baby" in an analogous or double entendre manner.
Ick.
I seriously sat there for a solid five minutes, unmoving, totally horrified. God, why don't I just say, "Yah, my kid is the one in the green suit. I plan to turn my back on him for two minutes, at which point you are free and clear to kidnap him." Chris Hansen, I am not.
I typed in about six responses before I settled on a very curt 'Sorry" and then deleted the phone number from my phone. I looked up my friend's actual number (off by one digit! Just one digit!) and sent her a real message. We laughed for a while about my little texting error.
And needless to say, I did NOT go to the water park after Scotty's nap.
I had been following a friend's updates on Facebook regarding her sleep-striking children and thought an invitation to get out of the house might be in order. So I texted her, saying "Hey! Want to meet at **** water park at **** ****** (location) after Scotty wakes up? I've found wet babies make for sleepy babies!"
And the response I got:
"To bad you have the wrong # I would bring my baby along for some playtime."
WHAT?!?!?!?!
Holy cats, who exactly was I texting?? What the heck? And please, please tell me this person was not using the word "baby" in an analogous or double entendre manner.
Ick.
I seriously sat there for a solid five minutes, unmoving, totally horrified. God, why don't I just say, "Yah, my kid is the one in the green suit. I plan to turn my back on him for two minutes, at which point you are free and clear to kidnap him." Chris Hansen, I am not.
I typed in about six responses before I settled on a very curt 'Sorry" and then deleted the phone number from my phone. I looked up my friend's actual number (off by one digit! Just one digit!) and sent her a real message. We laughed for a while about my little texting error.
And needless to say, I did NOT go to the water park after Scotty's nap.
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