We’re at Walmart and there’s a girl there in a camo jacket with pajamas and slippers on.
Me: There’s your girlfriend!
Going out to our truck…
Rich: There’s your future husband.
He’s wearing a tank top with pajamas and flip flops.
We’re in Dairy Queen and they were playing this song that kept repeating itself kind of like a certain dance number or something.
Me: This sounds like one of those cruise ship songs where the director would have you doing certain dance moves to it and we’d get tired of hearing it. I’d be good at that though…(then I start doing these pantomime dance moves since no one was in there to see me really)
Rich: You need to stop dancing, white girl.