I was teasing the better-half this weekend that half of what he says is lifted from rap songs of the 1980s. He has an amazing memory for old school rap and it frequently comes up in conversation. I’ve picked up on some of that and yesterday when I was rounding up Leon from the out of doors so that I could go to work, I told him to “check out my hooks, while my dj revolves it”. This miraculously got the cat to come in the house. Of course, it could have been the fact that I was gesturing towards the door and walking towards him.
I’ve heard that people who live together too long have a conversational short-hand and ours is firmly embedded in old school rap with some New Wave lyrics thrown into the mix.
With all that said you can imagine my delight on Monday morning when I turned on my cell phone and heard a message telling me to “Holla Back, baby”. Wrong number or no, I was thrilled.