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.