So during our last kickball game Hubby, Ashley, and I got in an argument regarding how the “bases” are assigned.
Ashley: HA HA I just realized that last runner got on second base twice! Once when he made it to the base and a second time when he ran into me and touched my boob!
Me: No, boob touching is first base.
Ashley: Oh honey, you’ve been married too long, you don’t know the bases.
Hubby: Here, I’ll Google it… Okay, first base is kissing, second base is visual/contact above the waist, third base is visual/contact below the waist, and home base is sex… winkey smiley face.
Me: Really?… winkey smiley face?
Hubby: Seriously, that’s what it says “sex ;)”
Ashley: Told you! Second base is boob touching.
Hubby: Well it’s different in Alaska.
Me: The bases or the winkey smiley face?
Hubby: Both, but most important is we have a first base coach.
Hubby: To wave you off incase the girl you’re with is actually your cousin.
Me & Ashley: EYW!!!!
Hubby: What!?! I grew up in a small town!
Me: Oh honey, stop talking, you’re not helping your argument.