The Burger Joint Story

So sometimes the fun part of marriage is the mess part right? We're with this person day in - day out....week in - week out. And we get to experience some pretty hilarious stuff with each other. I think this is the greatest, because it's really not that fun to laugh by yourself. And besides, if you do that people think you're crazy.

So I have to share the "Burger Joint Story" because it's just so funny.

Jake took me to this burger joint near us called, "Five Guys Burger and Fries". It's seriously good stuff...all organic I think, but not quite sure on that. We had a nice date gorging ourselves of fattening food (the fries with vinegar are killer!) and headed out the door.

Just as we got outside Jake stepped on my foot, hard. (*Note - this next part contains swearing) It hurt a lot and so I said, "Son of a!!!" OK. Normally I always stop there. I don't like the "B-word" and don't say it. I don't think it's good to swear, but I slip and say things I should not more than I care to admit. Be assured, me and Jesus are working on fixing this particular habit. But anyways, normally I would have just said, "Son of a!!!" and left it at that.

But it really hurt and so the "B" word just slipped out.....but it slipped out delayed by about 30 seconds and well, I yelled it. This is because as I was saying, "Son of a!!" a man almost walked right into me coming into the restaurant. And so my brain went, "No! No! don't swear! Stop!" At the same time it had also told my mouth to say the naughty word....so I ended up yelling the "B" word into this man's face. He looked at me like I had five heads...kinda chuckled...and said, "Uh, hi." Then he left Jake standing on the sidewalk bedside his wife with the crazy mouth.

We laughed so hard we had to sit down on the sidewalk, in front of the restaurant. It was hilarious. And it made me glad to be married. Because if I wasn't married, I wouldn't have a husband to step on my foot so I act like a crazy person in public. But I also wouldn't laugh so much:)