my boo, the baby daddy, and i have this little game we play with each other.
sometimes it’s fun. sometimes it’s just downright frustrating.
here’s how the game is played: if spouse H leaves his phone out where spouse W can get to it without spouse H seeing, spouse W hides spouse H’s phone. then spouse W gets to laugh when spouse H finally realizes his phone is missing and says “honey, can you please call my phone so i can find it?”
and we don’t just hide the phone. it has to be hidden somewhere good.
if it’s a pretty good hiding place, it’s “j.v.”.
if it’s hidden somewhere really good, that’s “varsity”.
some of the past hiding places have been
– in my “vintage” 2005 national championship texas longhorns commemorative wheaties box
– in harper’s crib under the sheets
– in the quaker oats box
– in the dryer
– in a shoe in the back of the closet
but by far, the most varsity hide of all time, goes to my husband…
look even closer.
he hid my frickin’ phone in a picture frame on the wall.
now that’s varsity, y’all.