Let's Pretend to Be Polygamists and See How Open-Minded This Restaurant Really Is

A picture of my night...
Last night was the Friday before Valentine's Day. With my folks in town to watch the kids, John and I decided to go out. Our talk about what to do for Valentine's Day went something like this:
Me: So... what should we do for Valentine's Day?
John: [on his computer] I don't know...
Me: We could go out...
John: OK...
Me: Or... we could go hang out with friends.
John: [looks up] We don't get to see our friends very often...

So it was decided. We made reservations for a romantic restaurant and then invited our good friend Laurie, who is usually babysitting our kids while we go out to romantic restaurants without her. Laurie is like a member of the family. She has lived with us two summers in a row and has watched the kids grow up.

As we walk through the door of The Melting Pot, I whisper to John "Put your arm around both of us." We sit down, and this other traditional couple ("traditional" meaning a man and a woman... how mundane...) looks a little nervous, which means I have to ask them to take our picture with the honest apology of "We don't get out much..."

And here we are:
Don't we sister wives look happy? I particularly like the s***-eating grin on John's face. Truthfully, I totally get where the fundamentalist Morons are coming from on this one. More wives means more help with cooking, more camaraderie, and less frustration. Of course I can say that because I don't have to share my husband...

Did I mention we were able to order the "couples' dinner" even though there were 3 of us? Maybe they were afraid of a religious discrimination law suit. I think we should get our own reality show, which would be spectacular because then we wouldn't have to worry about things like retirement, working, funding 529 college plans... We're like the Kardashians with less silicone...