My in laws are in a band and they have this bit they do when they are on stage.
They introduce each other and then say a few words about how long they’ve been married. (35 years, y’all. Can I get a hand for my in-laws, please.)
Then it goes something like this:
James: Yes, 35 years… you know, people often ask us what the secret is to a long and happy marriage and I always say the same thing. One night out a week.
Cindy: That’s right. Every week for 35 years we’ve made a point of taking one night out.
James: Without fail.
Cindy: That’s right…
James: My night is Wednesday and she takes Friday.
(buh dum bum)
Welp, last night Adam and I fulfilled this sad joke by going to the movies.
We watched, “The Martian” which was fun.
Except my handsome husband sat alone in the theater while I fed the kids dinner, then I went to the show while he put the kids to bed.
Oooo, be jealous y’all.
Then we talked about the film this morning. So it’s almost like a date. . . right?
We are life imitating art right there.