Hanging with my Best Friend

Yesterday when I made a call to Al to see what time he would be at the gym, he admitted to being home and taking a nap with Lulu, our little Westie.
I told him "Great, then you can meet me in an hour, because that's when I'll be there."
Of course being his non-punctual self he didn't show up to the gym for another hour and a half or hour and 45mins. And when he showed up and found me pathetically sweating away on the eliptical he hopped on the one next to me and told me he was tired or depressed he wasn't sure which. So I asked what was wrong and he said the supposed it was a Food Depression. Having never heard of such a thing in my life I had to ask what the symptoms were of such and aliment. He explained its when you really want something to eat, but you can't decide what that "thing to eat" is.
After my workout I gently approached him and inquired what we should do for dinner answering my own question immediately by telling him he didn't know because of his food depression. So I suggested Korean Buffet. I mean really..... what could be more healing to my Korean food loving husband than Korean food?
"Really?" he said, do you think it will work? I told him I couldn't be certain but I thought it ALWAYS worked.
So out we went to the Korean restaurant. They had some great veggie dishes and some good soup. They had some not good for you americanized stuff, just enough to please me of course. As we were finishing we realized we should go across the parking lot to the Korean market because we needed some Rooster sauce. And while we were there we began to look at all their great cookware. Al wants to buy a skillet that you cook Bulgogi, or Kalbi on. Just like in the restaurant, just not permanently attached in the middle of the table. As we were searching he found a steamer basket.
"I need that!" I exclaimed. I was just searching for mine last week, and I think it must have been given to Goodwill because of rust or some temporary lapse of good judgment on my part.
"Oh Great, How much is it? Is it going to cost me a fortune?" Al says in his typical tricky way of making sure I don't get my hopes up and then when he lets me buy it he thinks I should feel like I got away with something.....
"$27.99!" He shouted.
"What?" I was perplexed, they used to be really cheap. Then as I look at him holding it I realize the price sticker from the skillet had stuck to his finger and he was using that finger to hold the steam basket. "No hunny, that's the price of your finger." I said
And then it happened..... Simultaneously my Best Friend and I started laughing uncontrollably, in a ridiculously loud fashion. So hard in fact my eyes were streaming with tears and he was holding his stomach, and I had to beg that we stop because being almost to my 3rd trimester now there is a seriously increased risk of peeing the pants!
It felt so good to laugh so hard, about something so silly, with the man I chose and who chose me, for the rest of our lives. It was wonderful to see him out of his Food Depression and back to himself in a matter of hours.