The Husband and I went out for dinner last night. I needed to go out and wanted some comfort food, so we (OK ... I) picked Montana's. My intention was to have the meatloaf, but I ended up with the Mediterranean Chicken. Yummy.
While we were waiting for our meal, I asked The Husband if we could slip by Walmart before we went home. I wanted to pick up some deodorant. Smelling good is a priority for me. He glanced at his watch.
"Yeah, I think we have time."
"Well, I just want some deodorant, so we can just go in and get out," I assured him.
The look of horror on his face was priceless. "Why would we do that? We're going to Walmart. We can't just walk in and walk out. We have to browse."
"Fine." (eyes rolling)
After dinner, on the way to the car, he takes my hand.
"This is like a real date. Dinner then Walmart."
I snicker. "You don't expect me to put out do you? Cuz, you know, big dinner and all ..."
"No, but if we were going to JC Penny, I'd expect a lot more."