Hard to believe, but Wonderhubby is capable of having a birthday-equivalent dinner.
All. by. his. lonesome.
Well, I was there, but really the conversation was allll him.
It was after this past weekend's cheer competition. The Roo-girl was going home on the team bus, and we were attempting to sneak in a little dinner out.
Like date night.
I really was minding my own business. Kinda literally, I guess, since I had excused myself to go to the bathroom just after our salads had arrived (you know, when you gotta go, you gotta go -- even when you don't like to go when you're out).
Anyway, I came back to the table, and my loving spouse spoke these words:
"You know, the thing about penises ..."
*blink blink blink*
Um, what about penises??? (And if I thought my Google hits were weird before ...)
"Well ... it's not about ... well ... unless you're a two-pump chump. You know -- like 'Uh... Uh... Ohhhhhh ... (pause) Good night.' "
It's a good thing I hadn't started eating that salad yet, because truly, choking on spinach leaves is SO unattractive.
And no, I really don't know what prompted this monologue. I really don't.
Gotta love him, though.