In addition to the private vernacular I mentioned in a previous post- the one of inside jokes and nicknames that vanishes with your beloved, there are just everyday phrases- that you will not be saying again.

I’ve made mine into a poem of sorts…

I’m kinda tired…can you drive?
Hey- it’s me. (on the phone)
Take these away from me- I can’t stop eating them…
Don’t forget to call your parents.
I’m sending this to your dad for his birthday- do you think he’ll like it?
Let’s go out to eat.
I’m ovulating next week.
Can you massage my neck- it’s killing me.
Hey- can you bring me my razor. (from the shower)
Did you take your lunch I packed?
No, I won’t walk on your back.  I feel like I’m going to crush you.
Wake up.  It’s late.
Can you bring me a glass of water?
Can you take Audrey for a second?
Call me when you get there.


What time do you think you’ll be home?
What time do you think you’ll be home?


What time do you think you’ll be home.