the things we do.

the other day simon and i were hanging out on two different levels of our condo. he was downstairs packing for a trip and i was upstairs on the couch, catching up on emails.

suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, i saw a crumpled up piece of paper come flying at me. simon was nowhere to be seen, but since i don't believe in ghosts, i knew he had somehow thrown it at me from below. (talented fella).

minutes later, another arrived. at first i thought: "why is simon throwing pieces of paper at me? in the words of stephanie tanner, how rude."

but then i realized that maybe he had written something on the notes. so, i opened them up. sure enough:

1. "hi, i'm downstairs. come hang out."

2. "there is another note, but i think it got stuck behind the couch."

i laughed, closed my laptop, and went downstairs to hang out. and this, my friends, is how we communicate in our 820 square feet condo. :)

please tell me you and your significant other do ridiculous things like this too? :)

(photo credit: robersonchristina)