Friday night is usually our date night. I came home tonight and asked Steve if he wanted to go to dinner.
"Sure, but why don't you have a snack now and we'll go later?"
"Because I'm hungry now. Aren't you hungry?"
"No," (sheepishly) "I had a snack."
"Really? Right before dinner?"
"Sorry."
"It's okay. What did you eat?"
(looks at his feet) This is when I remember we made bison burgers for dinner last night.
"Did you eat the left over burgers?"
Nods.
"Both of them?"
"Well...they were kind of small."
"So by, 'I had a snack,' you meant 'I ate dinner.'"
(still looking at feet) "Yeah...I ate dinner."
My husband cracks me up! So I'm currently looking for a "snack," and anticipating a lovely Saturday night out :)
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