Grandma’s monthly Bible study was tonight so Will and I stuck around long enough to help her get dinner served before heading out on our date.  I felt a little guilty about leaving but our weekly date is so critical for keeping us on track with one another that it seems almost impossible for us to skip it.  We got confirmation of it’s importance while standing at the check out line of Kohl’s.  We had gone there after dinner just to wander about and found the cutest hooded animal towels at half price.  I couldn’t resist.  So anyway, we’re standing in line and the lady in front of us is taking a long time but we don’t mind because we are talking about Sister and how she has started telling jokes (actually one joke - Knock, knock. Who’s there? Banana. Banana who?  Knock, knock. Who’s there? Banana. Banana who?  Knock, knock. Who’s there? Banana. Banana who?  Knock, knock. Who’s there? Orange.  Orange who? Orange you glad I didn’t say banana again? - I’m sure you remember it.) and that gets us to laughing and talking about other jokes and finally it’s our turn to check out and somehow in the cashier/customer small talk it comes out that the towels are for our kids at which point the lady behind us pipes up and says, “I was trying to figure out if you were married or just on a date or what.  I’ve never seen a married couple have so much fun.”  We just laughed. “Yes, we are married and yes, we are on a date.” - every week.