True story.
Our movie was due back in 50 minutes and Clint had his shoes on, keys in hand, ready to walk out the door. I grabbed him by the shirt, pulled him toward me and whispered in his ear, “You know what makes me hot?”
“What’s that?” he grinned, pulling me toward him and kissing my lips.
“Living on the edge,” I replied. “Let’s go to the bedroom, right now, and risk not getting the movie back in time.”
“Oh yeah?” he chuckled, clued in to my joke. “You like being rebellious like that, huh?”
I pinned him against the wall and kissed him. “Yeah, baby. I love being rebellious. If we don’t get it back in time, we’ll get a penalty fee.”
I paused, still pinning him to the wall, rubbing my leg up and down his, his sweet side smile still plastered on his face.
“If we don’t get it back, we’ll owe a whole dollar and eight cents,” I whispered seductively into his ear.
He stood up straight and moved me away from him.
“What?!” he said, serious faced. “A buck-oh-eight? Now, that’s just wasteful. Irresponsible, I tell ya.”
He left. The movie was returned on time. We both enjoyed the wanna-be spontaneity of the situation and the silliness of it all. The truth is, we had two half-naked babies at our feet and two more kids sitting at the table, whining about wanting more applesauce. It was fun to dream that we could actually sneak away to the bedroom at that moment, at least.
I love my nutty husband and his fantastic sense of humor. There’s nothing better than being spontaneously silly, even if it’s over something so mundane as a movie rental being returned.
True story.
