Last night, I texted my dad a question about moneys. He responded, ‘LHRH’.
I took this to mean, left hand, right hand. As in, don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing (Matthew 6:3). As in, nose away.
I informed my dad that I was not being nosy, then showed the text to Wes because he often has an interesting take on things. He took a quick look at the phone and said, ‘laughing hard, real hard.’
For a split second, I was confused, who had said anything about laughing? Had I shown him the wrong text? Then I looked back at the phone and saw ‘LHRH’, and started wheezing. And shaking. And howling. Wes grinned and said, ‘I take it that’s not what LHRH means?’.
Through my snorts, I texted Dad what Wes had said. Part of what was so funny was that I had texted Dad a semi-serious question. And that his response would be ‘laughing hard real hard,’ was so completely inappropriate. And off I went on another fit of giggles.
Dad soon started texting a series of ‘haha heh heh’ and informed me that his eyes were moist. Then an hour later he texted to say that he’d just shared with mom and that she was LHRH. And then at one in the morning I got another text saying that he was still snickering.
So. LHRH is the the new lol around here.
Ah Wes. He sure keeps us in good spirits around here.