After an impossibly long week, a friend suggested a dinner out.
Amazingly, we were able to find a babysitter and so did the other two couples.
I think all of us were relieved to be out, to be social, to be doing something besides working.
[Working, working, working... Everyone I know who has a job is working harder than ever.]
One of the husbands told the rest of us that he'd recently joined a gym.
"I was embarrassed by my body mass index evaluation," he confessed.The other husband (besides mine) asked what the report said.
Then, changing his marine focus slightly, husband #2 spent the rest of the evening referring to husband #1 as Flipper.
"It said I was a quarter fat!" husband #1 told him.
"Wow!" husband #2 said, smiling. "You must be really, really soft!"
"Thanks," husband #1 said, sarcastically.
"You should probably make friends with some seals," husband #2 said. "They'd meet you and say, HEY! YOU'RE OUR KIND OF PEOPLE!"
"Can you pass the salt, Flipper?"