Date Night

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A few years ago, once our kids were old enough to stay home alone, James and I started having “date night” every Friday.  We’d settle the kids in with a pizza and a movie then we’d head out.  We’d go out to dinner and…well that’s pretty much it since we live in a small town with nothing else to do.

Lately, with money being tight, we’ve been staying home for our “date.”  After dinner, we sit in our bedroom recliners and watch something I’ve DVR’d during the week.  We’ll have a snack, watch a movie and talk.

Last night, during our movie he said to me, “Hey, why don’t you come sit with me in my chair?”

Visions of a collapsed chair, a trip to the emergency room, James with 2 broken femurs and living out the rest of his life in a wheelchair flashed through my mind.

“No thanks,” I said, “it wouldn’t be very comfortable.”

“Aw, come on, it’ll be nice.  I want to sit with you.”

“Nah,” I replied, “I will hurt you.”

“No you won’t!” he said, “come on over here.”

I kept rejecting him and he kept insisting until I finally gave in.  I said something like, “Oh.  Alright,  Fine.”

I winced as I crawled into his lap. I said things like, “It’s going to mess up my bad knee,” “This will bother my neck,” and, “I’m going to hurt you.”

I can’t help but stop here and say how lucky he is to be married to such a cheerful, loving, romantic woman.

We sat there for, oh, about a minute and a half when he got a cramp in his foot. He tried to keep me from knowing so he kept shifting around until finally he said, “I need to move, I have a CRAMP!”  I started laughing and that’s when it all fell apart.

We were both cracking up and trying to get ourselves out of the chair, but we were wedged in and couldn’t get up.  We laughed harder and harder until, well, you know what happens when a 45 year old woman that has had 9 babies does when she starts to laugh really hard.  It got worse and worse.  Laughing, snorting, wiggling, flailing about trying to get up, peeing a little and laughing some more.

Romance at its best.

We finally made it out of the chair, now laughing hysterically.

After I changed clothes we sat back down to finish the movie.  Him in his chair, me in mine.

It doesn’t get much better than that friends.

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  1. OH HAVE MERCY! This was seriously cracking me up. I can so see that happening to my husband and I. Did I mention I’m 6 feet tall? LOL! Yeah, it’s been pretty hard for my husband to whisk me off my feet at any given time. Ha!
    We’ll be celebrating our 15 year anniversary at home this year. But I’m going to make it as romantic as I can. I’m sure there will be a blog post with the fun and mishaps of the night!
    Have a great day.

  2. Oh Lisa, that made me laugh so much…. nearly enough to, er – well you know what happens!! I ‘saw’ it all as you spoke. Yep, it was funny! I’m only 5 foot tall (just!) and hubby is 6 foot, so it may be (slightly!) easier, but still… 44 and hubby with a dodgy hip…. think we’ll stay in our own chairs 😉 x

  3. Oh Lisa, that is too hilarious! Ya know I could so imagine that!!! Even though my hubby is just over 5 years younger than my soon to be 46 the “few” extra pounds I am carrying and the fact that I’m only 5’3″ and he’s 5’9″” doesn’t help matters! plus his wingback recliner isn’t overly large… I’m afraid the legs might collapse! Yep isn’t it great to still be friends and have romance after all these years of marriage (we are quickly approaching 21 yrs!)

  6. You know….being comfortable has it’s advantages! We have an imaginary line down the middle of our bed and we just prefer to keep to ourselves when we sleep {just that way since we were newlyweds}. We’re probably similar when it comes to sitting and watching TV – he’s got his easy chair and I’ve got my chaise on the couch set up in front of the fireplace. I totally get it!

  8. You know, you just can’t make stuff like that up. I was just saying that to someone about our lives with “only” seven kids. This is priceless. What a great story! LOVE your sense of humor.

  14. You should set up a video camera in there… no… nevermind.
    I’m glad I’d been potty before I read, or I’d have done the same thing, you had me giggling so hard.

    Next time consider the love-seat. I believe they have an intended use.

  17. Did you here my laughter all the way from Arizona? You’re protests are exactly what mine would be and my hubby’s reaction would be the same as James’. Thanks for teaching me that it only gets better the longer you’re married. I can’t imagine not having anything to laugh at with him.

    Sounds like a romantical Valentine’s Day celebration to me.

  18. Alrighty, now that I am done laughing, snorting, wiggling, and flailomg about in my chair, I’m going to go change. thanks you. good one…because I can relate since I’m an inch or two taller than my husband, AND he weighs less than I do (and that’s just not right).
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  19. Absolutely hilarious!!! I laughed and laughed. Thanks for having the courage to share your romance with us. This is exactly what I love about marriage. The commitment of “til death do us part” makes these moments all the sweeter.

  20. Now I’m peein’ MY pants! Ha!
    That’s REAL romance! Who else could you possibly accidentally pee on and still enjoy being around???
    ☺ Celeste

  21. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this wonderful blog post. After a very stressful day, this is how I ended it…laughing (with you, not at you) hysterically, tears flowing and yes…I had to go too! 🙂 I love blogs like yours, so fun and honest.

    Happy Valentine’s Day (((hugs)))
    Cindi

  23. LOL, visions of our own romantic attempts falling apart. Made all the sweeter by this wonderful thing God created called “true, abiding love.” hugs to you my friend!

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