When you're married to a comedian...

Life is interesting when you're married to a comedian. Of course, Reagan is an Optometrist, but pretty sure he thinks he's a comedian. Either that, or he still likes to revert to his "flirting" of the olden days where he thinks picking on me is showing affection :) So this is how my "romantic" date night with my hubby ended (please ignore that I am writing this @ 8pm. Yes, date nights just aren't quite the same when you know a crying baby will wake you up @ 6am.)

Reagan and I are in the car on our way home from dinner when I decide to roll down my window to enjoy this beautiful weather. A few seconds later, Reagan starts cracking up. I am curious, but know that it must mean Reagan is up to know good so I try to ignore it :) We slowly pull up to a red light at which point Reagan proceeds to blare the rap portion of "Where'd You Go" by Fort Minor with his unbelievably embarassing bass rattling in the background. I proceed to look around to make sure no one is paying attention to us when I notice the car right beside us has their window down TOO! I panic, reaching for the window button to roll it up, and to my dismay it won't roll up!! What do you think I see next? Reagan, absolutely CRACKING up with his finger on the "child lock" button. I was MORTIFIED!!

He had seen the car pass us earlier on the road and had been planning it ever since the song started.

Yes, that is what happens when you are married to a comedian...Happy Birthday to me!