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.