In the middle of the night....

I woke up with leg pains and decided to text Mike and report my discomfort and seek a bit of sympathy.  In our hour-long exchange of texts, he displayed his usual creative spelling and grammar, leaving out periods and commas, sometimes to hilarious effects. 

"How did I, an English major,  wind up with a grammar butcher?" I asked him.

"Just lucky, I guess," he said.

"Reminds me of my mama and daddy.  She was always correcting his grandma."

See what I mean?  He's hopeless!  But so very good at giving me sympathy in the middle of the night!