Jenny wanted to give her husband a scare after his third late night that week. “Goodbye forever,” her note declared dramatically before she army-crawled under the bed, anticipating his desperate search for her.
Instead, she got an earful of betrayal. “Sweetheart, pack your bags!” he announced on the phone. “The witch finally left! I’m coming over now!” The garage door opened and closed, leaving Jenny fuming under the dusty bedframe.
Storming out, she grabbed the note to discover his handwriting: “Your yoga pants are showing. Off to get tacos.” Just as her face turned crimson, the door unlocked. “Forgot my wallet,” Dave said casually, tossing a taco in her direction. “You might want to work on your stealth skills, ninja.”
