Y just got back yesterday after being in Singapore all week for work. We normally don’t communicate much when he’s away, especially if it’s only a short trip (i.e. seven days or less), but I must say my husband has surprised me this week.
On Monday, I nearly fell off my sofa when he texted me just four hours after leaving:
“Federer is showing who’s king of grass…”
I replied:
“Where are you watching the match? I told u Hewitt is hopeless. I’m waiting to see how Nadal and Safin go.”
He texted back:
“Who cares about Hewitt.. can you see Fedex’s shots and slices.. Watching from hotel but now eating dinner.”
On Wednesday, my phone beeped again:
“So are federer and nadal in the semis?”
I replied:
“Don’t know yet. Rain delay. I’m waiting also.”
On Thursday, he asked:
“When is Federer going to trash Safin?”
I said:
“Fed is going to lose to Safin tomorrow night.”
On Friday, he started an MSN conversation:
“So is Safin going to say grass is for cows* tonight?”
I said:
“Why are you calling Federer a cow?”
He said:
“Federer is a cow because he’s good on grass. Safin is a fish.”
And when Federer eventually beat Safin later that evening, this came into my phone:
“Oohh Safin is a fish. Haha.”
?!!?!?! My reply:
“You wait for Sunday. Nadal is playing better than Fed.”
Gosh, I hope it’s going to be a really good one tonight.
* Safin once said grass is for cows. He doesn’t like playing on grass courts and this is the first time he’s reached the semifinals of Wimbledon. He gives the funniest press conferences.
