A few Friday afternoons ago, I got a WeChat message from my wife that read, “We should go to that restaurant.”
What restaurant is that? I had no idea.
It turned out she had swiped “thai,” but her phone had autocorrected it to “that.” We did go to the Thai restaurant, and it wasn’t that great. Which was disappointing, because we love Thai food.
I shouldn’t make fun of my wife, though, because just a few days before I’d said someone with whom I work looked like “that blond guy from the show you used to watch who looks like he's not taking things all that seriously,” and she knew I meant Nat Faxon.
I’m not sure if this means we’ve been married too long or that we’ve finally been married long enough.