Last night we sat at the steak house waiting for our order. I grabbed a fork in each hand.”I take my steak like I take my gun battles,” I said in my macho voice, “Two-fisted.”
Becca appropriately rolled her eyes.
I grabbed my iPhone and fired off a quick text message to Dave.
“I’m always amazed at how the iPhone can figure out what I’m trying to type when I hit the wrong buttons,” I said.
“Mine doesn’t do that,” Becca said.
“You have to type on it a lot,” I told her, “It eventually learns what you type the most and helps out when you hit the wrong letters. It’s a learning machine.”
“You know, those are the type of machines that eventually try to kill you and take over the world.”
I stopped typing and looked up. Did she just say that or did I? That would normally come from me? But it came from her. Wow.
I looked her straight in the eye. “I love you so much right now,” I said smiling.