I receive an email from an old friend I reconnected with from elementary school. I smile and occasionally laugh as I read it. My husband walks in.
DERWIN: Watcha doin’?
ME: Reading an e-mail.
DERWIN: How come you don’t laugh and smile when you read my e-mails?
ME: Look at this! [I point at the screen, demonstrating the e-mail’s hefty, detail-filled length by scrolling up and down with the mouse.] It’s about her life! There’s actual stuff in it!
DERWIN: No, you just don’t care about my e-mails like you care about everyone else’s. I see how it is.
ME: What? You barely send me e-mails, and when you do they’re, like, one line! You don’t tell me about your life either! Plus when I e-mail you, you don’t even reply half the time!
DERWIN: Fine. I’m going to send you an e-mail about my life.
ME: Yes! Send me an e-mail about your life! And your feelings!
[Derwin rushes out of the bedroom and to his computer. Five minutes later he comes back and looks at me expectantly.]
ME: You couldn’t have sent me anything worth reading that fast … [I check my e-mail. This is attached.]
This is why I love my husband!