Molested!
Danny and I were standing in line at the Costco snack chamber this morning. We ordered churros and the snack dude handed them to me. I held them in my left hand and the outermost churro decided to brake in half. I managed to catch it with my right hand but had sugar and Cinnamon yumminess all over my purple braid, so I asked Danny to please remove it. He promptly began dusting me off. Did I happen to mention that my chest was covered in Cinnamon sugar also? I hadn't noticed that but did so when I began to be molested...by my Danny...while in the Costco snack line...with tons of people watching...while wearing a low cut blouse...while everyone cracked up at me. It was pretty hysterical. Danny was basically feeling me up (aka removing Cinnamon sugar) and I'm saying, "Hey!?! What are you doing?! Stop that! We're in public!" While everyone around us is trying (unsuccessfully, I might add) to stifle their laughs. It was pretty amusing. I guess you had to be there...