You are my Sunshine

I was thinking, yes I know you find that hard to believe, after posting the picture of Steve-O and Wonkette's love child that folks might start to get the wrong impression about me. That all I do is poke fun of bloggers more successful than I am. Well it would be rude of me to pick on somebody that wasn't as smart or as successful as I am (plus they're few and far between) and I do write something somewhat unique on occasion that doesn't poke fun at other people. So I figured I'd share something with y'all that got me tickled today.

See I was reading this post and it reminded me of one of the many reasons I love my wife.

Go ahead and read the post and the comments. I'll wait for you to get back.

Okay, finished? Really go read the post, if you don't you're gonna be kind of lost.

As soon as The Lad&trade referred to a certain someone a sunshine, I got tickled and started laughing. I tried to control myself and well I ended up giggling like a school girl. The last part of the post is what had me laughing like an idiot. Just about anytime I hear someone refer to their significant other as sunshine it brings back the memory of Valentines Day last year.

The wife and I normally don't go out to eat on Valentines Day, typically I cook something at the house and we watch a movie that involves me calling Brad Pitt a pillow biter or Tom Cruize a butt pirate; however since that particular V.D. was on Saturday we decided to go out to eat after running some errands. Big mistake, even though we'd left the house early each restaurant we checked had at least an hour wait and I'm just not a patient person.

So we're riding down the road and we pass a Hooters. Being a smart ass I asked the wife if she'd want to eat there. Her reply "Sure we haven't been there yet I wouldn't mind trying it". Hmm, I quickly tried to figure out the number of ways it could end badly and well, the numbers were astounding. I kept driving, she said she really wouldn't mind going to Hooters so we turned around and went back. There may have been five or six other couples in the restaurant.

We sat down, ordered drinks and food, the entire time I tried to keep my eyes locked on the wife's. I wasn't about to be caught checking out a scantily clad waitress on V.D. As the Wife and I were talking I noticed the waitresses pulling bar stools out to each of the booths and tables where some poor ingert rascal had decided to take his wife out to Hooters on V.D. Well once all the bar stools are lined up the waitresses, which had the men who'd brought their wives / girlfriends in outnumbered two to one, walked to each of the tables and proceeded to pull us from our seats and ask us to climb up on top of the barstool. Me I sat there like I was deaf and dumb, only half right though as I was pulled out of booth and given instructions to stand on the barstool until everyone else had mounted up.

Once we were all standing on the bar stools we were given instructions; we were to serenade the ladies we had brought in with us. If you're curious my singing abilities could best be described as the sound of a cat in heat being blended, it just ain't pretty. So there I was awaiting further instruction when the waitresses inform us we'd be running though the verses of "You are my Sunshine" complete with gestures until all of us got it right. Luckily it only took us a three or four of times and while we were singing the ladies were pointing, laughing and having a grand ole time.

I have to give it to the waitresses, they were brilliant. See they took a bunch of agitated women and joined forces with them to make asses out of us. And when it came time to tip (when I'm already fairly generous) the wife asked me to add more since she'd had such a great time. Damned skippy she had a great time, she wasn't on top of a bar stool making an ass out of herself. Needless to say that is one of her favorite stories, and she couldn't wait to leave the restaurant to call everybody we know to fill them in.

So when I'm poking fun at folks, it's cause they're defiantly smarter than I am. I mean they wouldn't take their wives out to eat at Hooters on Valentines Day would they? For those of you wondering yes I'm still married and no she hasn't hurt me (terribly bad) yet.