Crazy Almonds

My Sweet Hubby (MSH) sometimes watches Grey's Anatomy with me. It's not really by his choice. Mostly it happens when I refuse to watch one more second of his "Man" shows. I refuse to wait until he's gone to bed (This time varies. It's anywhere between 8:00 and 9:30 p.m. CST.) to watch my DVRed shows. Like Grey's. So he gets stuck in a situation where he's not quite ready to hit the hay but I've taken over the TV.

Since this happens about every sixth or seventh Grey's episode, he starts with his silly questions. Like he's never seen this show. In however many years it's been on. Is it ten? And like he doesn't secretly like it.

Who is that? What kind of doctor is she? Who does he go with? Don't you think this is a little unrealistic?

I'm forced to try to be polite and answer as honestly, but as fast, as I can. So as not to have to PAUSE too long.

This is the conversaton that happened last Friday evening. When I finally got a chance to confiscate the remote from his paws, settle into my corner of the couch, and get my hankie ready. Because I always cry. Every single show. It's what I do.

MSH: What's the name of this show? (Seriously? He was just trying to annoy me so I'd decide to wait to watch it later. Didn't work.)

ELC: Grey's Anatomy.

MSH: What? (It's hard to hear answers to your questions when you've failed to remember to remove the headphones you have on. Headphones that are turned up all the way to the loudest setting.)

ELC: Grey's Anatomy.

MSH: Crazy Almond?

I looked over at his precious little face and sweetly said:

Yes. Yes, that's what I said, My Sweet Hubby. Crazy Almond.

Then I gently suggested he move along: Why don't you go watch the television in our bedroom? That way you don't have to watch this Crazy Almond show.

Sigh.

Here's hoping you have hours and hours of uninterrupted viewing of YOUR favourite shows this week!

smooches and hugs!