Mike and I were at dinner together somewhere. Possibly Romania, but maybe Rome. I know I was wearing my white capri pants that sometimes tend to be a bit snug around the waist.
Sitting there eating, I lit up with a smile and said, "OOooH! I can have dessert tonight-- my pants still fit!!"
Mike might have snorted a bit of lemonade through his nose at that one. (But it was true about the pants!)