Tonight I had to explain to my husband who Dave Coulier was. And that he dated Alanis Morissette. And that she wrote her angry chick rock because he stomped all over her heart while doing Bullwinkle impersonations.
And then I convinced my husband, with a beautifully melodious rendering, that the lyrics to “You Oughta Know” were:
“You, you, you oughta kno-ow, Uncle Jo-oe.”
And then we did the “cut it out” hand motions for a good five minutes.
And now you’ve been to date night with the Noa’s. You’re welcome.