He's No Zac Efron, But...

Then again, I'm no Vanessa Hudgens.

But if nothing else, my dear Knight is most definitely goofy. How so, anyone who doesn't know him personally may be asking? (If you've ever met him, you already know.) Case in point (and as God is my witness, this is a true, unembellished story - as all my stories are. Heh. Okay, maybe not all - but my reporting on this one is entirely and mortifyingly true):

Over the weekend the princesses were enjoying a sleepover at their aunt's castle, so my Knight and I rapturously snatched the opportunity to do what any couple with young children do when relatives take pity on them and keep the children.

Geesh, not that. This is not that kind of blog. And besides, you get me within ten feet of anything resembling a bed these days, I'll be sawing logs in 30 seconds. Yep, I am such the object of desire - I'm sure Playboy will be calling me any day. Snort.

Anywhoo, we went to the grocery store to grab a highly nutritious selection of bad snack food we would 1) never allow the princesses to have; 2) never let the princesses see us eating; and 3) enjoy while sitting in the living room in front of the TV, which we never let the princesses do.

Oh, how I love being a rebel.

So I'm wandering down an aisle, debating whether I should get Double-Stuf Oreos and the Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream or just grab the jumbo bag of Dove chocolates and wait for the diabetic coma to overtake me, when up walks my Knight. Rather than some normal greeting: "What are you looking for?" "Are you ready to go?" "Will I really get sick if I eat canned chili with jalapenos and Fritos?" he walks up to me and says - loudly, getting the attention of several nearby shoppers:"Why, Mistie Thompson, I haven't seen you in 20 years! How have you been?" At which point he grabs me, leans me back in his arms and kisses me like we're Scarlett and Rhett from "Gone With The Wind."

But that's not the funny part.

After he lets me up from this dramatic kiss, he looks at me with this completely innocent face and deadpans, loud enough to hear across several aisles: "So, how's your husband?"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a snapshot of my dear Knight in action. And why I have a feeling I won't be invited to participate in the school PTO this year.