It's no secret that I enjoy watching T.V. in my "down time".
down' time, n. 1.a time when you are are the only one home and don't feel like dusting the furniture, preparing a meal (for others), or folding laundry, ie. men's underwear with bacon strips in the crotch.
I especially love stories of human triumph, whether it be over losing 200 pounds or losing 200 extra stray cats. My husband says watching all that T.V. is making me dumb but I ask you, dear bloggy-friends, how is NASCAR and "The Deadliest Catch" making him any smarter?
All of the preceding information was the inspiration to a new game I thought of to play with my husband. It went like this:
Me (to husband): Okay, you have to pick ONE. Would you rather I be morbidly obese, a hoarder, or a drug addict?
Husband: Well, if you were really fat you couldn't clean the house.
(To be fair, I was thinking of a regular obese person and he was thinking of one of those one-ton people stuck lying naked on a king-sized mattress all day with no sheets, yelling at their mothers to bring them a bucket of chicken and give them a sponge bath. I am not making fun. I saw that on the Discovery channel.)
Me: I wouldn't be that fat. I could still walk and do things.
Husband: What drug would you do if you were a drug addict? Smoke pot?
Me: Smoke pot? That is stupid. No, I would be . . . a meth addict.
Husband: Okay, a drug addict. Then I would kick you out.
His reasoning being that if he kicked me out of the house for being a hoarder or morbidly obese he would look like an asshole.
Me: So it's all about you? You would kick me out? But it's still ME!
I don't remember what he said after that. The "Biggest Loser" was starting.