"Are you watching the show?" Walsh's weekly text came in.
Me-:"Yes, sort of. Your step mom was here for awhile, so it was on but sound was off."
Walsh-:"They're getting ready to rip your boys apart."
Me-:"Ssshhh! Don't tell me that. Leave the Pack alone."
Walsh-:"Split them right down the middle."
Me-:"There's a dirty joke there."
Walsh-:"What's wrong with you?"
Me-:"Generally or right now?"
Walsh-:"Some guy hits on you and you did nothing?"
Me-:"You read the blog?"
Walsh-:"I had time."
Me-:"I wouldn't call it hitting on me. He just asked the time."
Walsh-:"He was so hitting on you. When a guy bothers to stop moving in -35degree weather, he's hitting on you." I was starting to type this up when another message came in. "This you need to blog. Make your boy realize he's got competition."
Me-:"There's an obvious joke there."
Me-:"He's an international wrestling superstar, he's always got competition. See obvious joke."