Scene from last night…
The Mister: Are you watching another documentary?
The Mister: *sigh*
It was a really good PBS doc about the old school R & B singer Sam Cooke (which The Mister totally got into once he sat down and watched it!) where they detailed his (surprisingly short) life. They showed Cooke’s wedding pic and his first kiss with his new wife and they looked like they were simultaneously swallowing each other whole…cheeks sucked in and everything. Not a good look.
Me: Oh dear God!
The Mister: Ewww!
So that prompted a discussion between the two of us about what we’re going to do at the altar. I said we should do a closed mouth kiss, he says we’ve got to show our passion for each other and proceeded to try to plant very wet kisses on me.
The Mister: Come on…let’s practice! *smacking smoochy lips*
Me: Get off me!
Have you thought about what you’re doing at your wedding? I just can’t imagine planting a big, sloppy, wet one on him in front of everyone…his dad is our officiant! The Mister won’t listen to me, maybe he’ll listen to you…help!