My husband is mean.
"That place looks good." I said as we passed it.
"What place?.." He asked.
Now, as I said, I saw it as we were passing it... I thought it said Kebah (KEE-BA), with an 'H' on the end not a 'B'.
He immediately started laughing hysterically.
"You mean 'Kebab'?"
And from then on I was the butt of all jokes.
He just wouldn't let it go.
As we continued to the hotel a car pulled out in front of us, going 20 in a 55.
"She must be lost... She was probably looking for The 'Kebah' restaurant. " he said again laughing so hard he had tears.
The lady then turned into Home Depot.
"Oh look, " he said.
"Shes going to Home De Pot."
We both laughed. A lot.
And my makeup was starting to run.
It was one of those things that was funny, but it wasn't.
"Quit it!" I yelled. "I mean it!"
To 'get him back' I made him take a trip with me in Sam Moon. :)
And just when I thought the torture was over...
"Well.... do you want to stop by Old Nav-e?" He asked.
Bahaha... very funny.
I thought he would never give it up.....