What do you make of this?

Hubby received this text from a random number.

Clearly, he is not Anita. But he is a nice, pleasant person, so he responded, as he should.

And that was that. Until the next morning.

At this point, Hubby said, “Okay, I’m out,” and didn’t respond. His thought was this was a scam. I don’t agree. I think this chic just wanted to make a new friend and had no idea if Hubby was a man or woman. If it had been me, since I’m a woman, and am clearly okay with virtual friendships, (Hi, Blog Buddies!) I would’ve totally chatted this woman up.

“What kind of wine is that? Are you at a vineyard? Nice nails. Are they lacquer?” (I had to look that up. I know nothing about nails but am willing to learn.)

But, of course, Hubby, not so much, thankfully.

So what do you guys think? Would you have chatted with Lonely Heart Lily? Made a friendship that was sure to be brief, or would your money be on text pals (modern day pen pals) for life?

Or do you think it was just a scam?

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In other news, I’m now 5.5 weeks on crutches. An x-ray proved no broken bones, but there’s gotta be ligament damage: a partial tear or two. The next step is an MRI.

But then I got a phone call.

“Your insurance can’t justify an MRI for a hurt foot.”

A “hurt foot”?! Seriously?

I broke this news to Sensei. In typical fashion, he responded:

Sensei has no idea I’ve made his texts a regular blog feature. I dare not tell him. Those of you who’ve been here long enough may remember what a monster I created of the Chex Mix Guy. Once I told him I’d been blogging about him, he demanded a post after every store visit.

Sensei might be even worse.

I still drive my girls to Taekwondo and sit in the back to watch them practice, including breaking boards. I’m sad I’m missing out, but am pleased to report, in addition to using one’s foot to do the break, an elbow is also an option. That’s the one I’ll use when I get back in there.

Eventually.

Sigh.

And my doctor is appealing the insurance decision.