My husband is a man of moderation. He doesn’t drink to excess. He doesn’t smoke. The strongest drug he takes is Advil. But he does have a problem: Bad TV.
“Cops,” “American Jail,” “Gas Monkey Garage,” “Tosh.0,” “Ridiculousness,” etc. Our evenings are filled with this stuff and nonsense. He roots for the tasering of suspects and the face plants of skateboarders. Our remote control firmly within his grasp, he flips between horrible programming with a gleam in his eye. It could be worse, I suppose. I have a friend whose husband is into Court TV.
Is it any wonder that I drink? I read, as well, but the drinking is the most beneficial. Wine allows me to sit with Studly and tolerate these programs with a vacant smile on my face. We hold hands. I pretend we are watching something with substance like “Criminal Minds” or “The Walking Dead.” Hey, I didn’t say I was perfect.
Peace, People!
Praying for Eyebrowz 