Out for dinner on New Year's Eve, my wife asked me for a bite of my desert. I told her that she had to sit first...she didn't think it was too funny, but the couple at the table next to us thought it was hilarious.MasterOfNone wrote:I want to know how this worked.dihappy wrote:I whistled and she came back a few seconds later.
I've had the "you give away too much info" talk several times with my wife. I caught her once telling a friend of hers (complete stranger to me) that I had a CHL. Then, there was the time she mentioned the EBRs...