I debated a long time over whether to tell you guys this, but it is just toooo funny...
A few years ago, when my husband and I were just dating, he and I went to visit my parents one weekend. My parents were in the kitchen putting dinner together (steak, potatoes, corn on the cob), and my sweetie and I were in the living room, getting... how shall I say it... a little "frisky"
Nothing too wild, the clothes stayed on, but my super-conservative parents would not have approved...
You know how, in some steakhouses, when you order a steak, they will bring the steak out to you uncooked so that you can approve of the cut of meat before it's grilled? ("it's too fatty" or whatever)
So my sweetie and I are in the middle of fooling around when my father walks in with the raw steak, shows it to me, and says in his best snooty-waiter voice, "Do you approve of the meat, Madame?"
Let's just say that long hair hides a multitude of sins.
