Dear Mrsatroxi,

Here follows an actual e-mail conversation between the husband and I (me?):

(Copied and pasted wif my own widdle hands!)

atroxi: I just got my RDA of “perky”. I’m actually tired now.

mrsatroxi: Me confused. Were they perky, or were you perky? Or are we discussing breasts?

atroxi: Not breasts. She was perky, as in “Ooo…roses and lollipops and sunshine and I’m so happy and AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

mrsatroxi: Oh. Well, her breasts were probably perky too.

atroxi: I’ll ask Michael.

mrsatroxi: Such a good answer! (pats you on the head)

atroxi: Woof!

mrsatroxi: Goo’ boy, sit! Have a biscuit. Say something funny, I’m posting this conversation to my site later.

atroxi: Werzt finkle-snort!

mrsatroxi: Always with the showing off.

atroxi: Of my pants!! Hoo-hah!

mrsatroxi: Ok, that I’m not posting.

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