(actual instant-message conversation I just had with my much, much older husband) (ok, it's only 4 and a half years, but I love to give him sh*t about it.)
david: Holy crap it's hot here.
kate: Is it? What's the temp?
david: Feels pretty good. 87 degrees.
kate: Don't you have AC in your new office? Old people are supposed to be extra careful in the heat, you know.
Aren't you happy that I'm not sick anymore and back to my old self??
david: I'd bite you if I had any teeth left. Who's Bueller?
kate: Oh dear. Of course.
You never saw “Ferris Beuller's Day Off”, did you?
You were probably busy translating some obscure Russian opera. Or on top of a mountain in Chile eating the most amazing posole made by a 104 year old native woman.
Oh man, I am ON today, baby!!!
DON'T EVEN TELL ME YOU NEVER SAW FAST TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH or I'm going to have to leave you for a younger (less intelligent) man.
kate: You're speechless, aren't you. I know...I don't blame you... it's hard to keep up with me.
david: I figured it was a reference to that stupid matthew borderick movie. And of course I saw fast times. I love Phoebe Cates.
david: Please get sick again ;-)