W. and I were talking about breakup power ballads a few nights ago - the stuff you blast on the stereo those first few days/weeks, in a desperate, indignant grab for validation, empowerment, and confidence. Oh, is that just me?
Anyway, the next day, I texted him (edited slightly):
Me: Pink has a new breakup dong. Blow Me One Last Kiss.
Song not dong.
Though a breakup dong would prolly be hella awesome.
W: That would be awesome. Not to mention handy.
I should keep one in my beside drawer.
Me: On the bible.
You could call it the King James.
W: IN the bible. Cutout compartment.
St. Peter.