Music, Texting, Emojis, and Decapitated Ducks

Syndicated

Just a couple of days after I wrote my latest installment in the bathroom flooding fallout, we were eating a nice, peaceful breakfast when Ali calmly observed,

“Huh. Look at the ceiling - there’s new water up there.”

I jerked my head up, praying to God that she was wrong.

But she was not.

There was a new streak of wetness on a previously unaffected part of the kitchen ceiling. That looked somewhat like a snail leaving a slime trail.

Ceiling 1

And a few feet away, our old friend Decapitated Duck had been sliced through again in a very insult-to-injury sort of manner.

Ceiling 2

The kids had just experienced their second (second!) bath in their new bathroom the night before. And apparently the new bathroom was having so much fun that it wanted to share its glee with the kitchen.

I took a moment to do some deep breathing exercises, then texted our contractor.

He immediately got in touch with the plumber and told him to fix it ASAP.

Which meant that the plumber decided to show up exactly 32 minutes after I had finally given up and laid Noah down for nap.

And of course, he woke Noah up with banging, sawing, clinking, and a brand-new hole in my hallway wall.

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I revisited deep breathing, then sprung my confused kid from his bed.

Finally, the Plumber left. And I texted Chris the update. He must have accurately read extraordinarily high levels of desperation betwixt my sentence fragments, because he resorted to emoticonic humor in the attempt to keep me from running away.

Construction Texts

And somehow the stress of the day plus his inspiringly cheesy graphic communication made me want to respond completely in emoticon -– and song lyric.

So I texted back (translation included for your reading ease):

Love Lock Down lyrics
He figured it out almost immediately. So I texted him another one.

Your Name

…which took a wee bit longer.

Adele Discussion

I found a deep sort of solace in this mental amusement, so for the next few days, I kept his text stream full of songs.

Eileen's Song Lyrics

(He completely objected to my use of a chicken leg as a wing in this one, but sadly, there is no Emoji for chicken wing, and I wanted a chicken wing.)

It took him much longer than I expected to solve this one,

Empire State of Mind With Lyrics

and he never could get this one, but we’ll get back to that.

Sweet Child of Mine

I begged for one of my very own, and, as begging nearly always gets me what I want, I received this text from him:

Losing My Religion

And it drove me to the brink of insanity.

I studied. I worked. I admitted that I was much better at giving than receiving. I asked for hints. Or clues. Or nudges. Or anything. I even tried bribery.

I wrote it all out on a post it note, trying to understand it.

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Chris added the circles and Xes to try to help.

I admitted even more fully my complete inability to translate like he could.

I googled the words I knew were right, thanks to his circles.

And finally, Google led me to one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands.

Losing My Religion Lyrics

<Insert Kicking of Oneself>

A few days later, he tried me again:

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