Husbandly Text: Did you guys get there okay?

My Text: Yeah. Girls setting up tents now.

My Text: By the way.

My Text: One match. You tell Scoutmaster “Do you need Girl Scout Water for that fire?” to suck it.

Husbandly text: Nice. Beta says “You used a match?”

My Text: Ms. C texted me earlier to say she’s looking for Teen Boy Lawn Care. Tell Mr. Sassomancer that his free time this weekend is now spoken for.