A priest and a nun were traveling together when a terrible blizzard caught them by surprise.

The snow came down harder and harder, and before long, they were completely lost.

After walking through the freezing wind for what felt like hours, they finally spotted a small cabin in the distance.

Exhausted and half-frozen, they went inside and found shelter for the night.

The cabin was simple. There was a small bed, a sleeping bag on the floor, and a pile of blankets in the corner.

Being a gentleman, the priest said, “Sister, you take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor in the sleeping bag.”

The nun thanked him and climbed into bed.

The priest got into the sleeping bag, zipped it up, and was just starting to fall asleep when the nun said softly, “Father, I’m cold.”

The priest got up, took a blanket, and placed it over her.

A few minutes later, he settled back into the sleeping bag.

Just as he was drifting off again, the nun said, “Father, I’m still cold.”

Once more, the priest got up, grabbed another blanket, and covered her.

He lay down again, tired and ready to sleep.

Then the nun said, “Father… I’m so very cold.”

This time, the priest stayed where he was. After a moment, he smiled and said, “Sister, we’re alone here in the wilderness. No one will ever know. Why don’t we pretend we’re married?”

The nun smiled and said, “That sounds good to me.”

The priest rolled over and shouted:

“Okay then — get up and get your own stupid blanket!”