Occasionally I sing to The Wife over email

The title of the email normally is "oooooooohhhhhh" (warming up the throat). Today's tete-a-tete follows:

[starting volley, the singing part]

she's at work and I'm at school

she's at work and I'm at school

.....

she's at work and I'm at schoolllllllllll

and T. cracked cornnnnnn

and

some don't carrrreeeeeee

[tete-a-tete begins]


Wife: I am glad to see you are feeling appropriately frisky today.

Bp: define frisky.

if it involves bloodshot eyes, lots of swirling pretty colors with the occasional skeleton peeking out from behind the book stacks, then yes I am frisky

Wife: Oh it’s not that bad! The term is almost over!!!

Bp: tell me 'bout the rabbits....

Wife: Rabbits?

Bp: graphes of wrath reference, sorry

Wife [who holds a degree in english lit]: Yikes….I gave up that literature crap ages ago!

Bp: I'm so publishing this.

Wife: Freaking BLOGGER!

Bp: Thank you for your response, this conversation is no longer being recorded.