Monday, March 22, 2010

Table for Two

Tonight Brady and I went to a Mexican restaurant. We walked up to the hostess stand and put in our names for a table.

The hostess says, "right this way please, would you like a table or a booth?"

Brady turns around, looks at me and says in all seriousness, "Babe, do you fit in a booth?"

I replied, "I fit in a booth just fine, do you?"

Do I fit in a booth!?! Of course I fit in a booth! Someone is rubbing my feet for a long, long, time tonight to make up for that comment. Stupid husbands and their boneheaded comments.

1 comment:

  1. OK, but there will come a point when you don't. Just FYI.