The Dude-To-Which-I-Am-Married requested that I blog the following story as he thinks that he is quite the comedian. :P
Saturday morning, the in-laws decided that they wanted to party it up in another town and left my husband and I to our own devices. We decided to go and get breakfast at a Mom and Pop type restaurant in town.
After we ate breakfast, I briefly retired to the ladies room in preparation for the morning of shopping that we had planned. When I came back to our table, my husband stood up, grabbed my arm, and rushed me out of the restaurant.
"Shhhh," he said. "Just keep moving. Quickly."
"What the heck is going on?"
"C'mon. Move faster."
"Just hurry before we get caught!"
By this time we had exited the building.
"Oh my gosh! Don't tell me that we didn't pay."
I tried to turn around, but he had me by the arm.
"Shhhh! Less talk; more running."
At that point, he couldn't keep up with the charade anymore and started laughing. He then showed me the receipt for breakfast.