These are the text messages that I sent to my wife Rachelle the other day:<\/span><\/p>\n ***************************************************************<\/p>\n Me: Oh. <\/span><\/p>\n Me: I didn’t know you were getting a massage.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: I thought you were at the Dufferin Mall trying to improve our phone plans.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Me: Sure was off with that one!<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Well, I hope the massage is doing the trick, anyway!<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Awesome. You really do deserve to have a \u201ctender yet forceful experience that lifts you out of your body and punishes you in all the right places.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Me: What’s the masseuses name again? Yana? Didn’t she used to be a hot Russian long jumper before some sort of sex scandal?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Me: Pierre?<\/span><\/p>\n Me: He’s your masseuse?<\/span><\/p>\n Me: I thought he was your power skating coach.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Both, eh? That’s a little weird.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: I see.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: He’s a renaissance man.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: I do too know what that means.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: It means he’s a douche.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: You know he lied about being in the NHL, eh?<\/span><\/p>\n Me: That’s something sacred, you don’t lie about stuff like that!<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Oh, he was in the German league then.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Not. The. Same. Thing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Like playing in Peewee.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: I would dominate that stupid league. <\/span><\/p>\n Me: Whatever.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Whatever.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: You did what?<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Look, my Fantasy Baseball Stats file is private.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: I have no idea why you found a bunch of racy photographs of Kristen Stewart in there.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Me: Not a clue.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Maybe Jones put them there.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Me: Really? That’s the stupidest thing you ever heard?<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Look, I’m not stupid just because I failed math a bunch of times.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Or French. <\/span><\/p>\n Me: Or any other subject!<\/span><\/p>\n Me: I’m Alt-Smart.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: No, it’s different than being \u201cspecial.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Me: You’re being a bully. <\/span><\/p>\n Me: You are not a safe space!<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Look, look, why are we fighting? It’s Christmas!<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Sure.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Of course I’ve been doing my Christmas shopping!<\/span><\/p>\n Me: I’m no rookie.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: Practically done.<\/span><\/p>\n Me: You and Pierre wanted tickets to that Pentatonix concert, right?<\/span><\/p>\n