Pants, pants, PANTS!

Mike played the guitar and sang to me. That pretty much made me feel like the luckiest girl ever.

I asked him, “Are you going to sing for me at our wedding?”
“At the ceremony or after we’re alone?”
“Either.”
“Will you still make me sandwiches?”

Later on…

“I’m registering us for all of the Rachel Ray cookware on Bed Bath & Beyond.”
“That’s grounds for annulment.”