Post by ogeezer on Dec 3, 2006 10:52:57 GMT -6
TV wise, that is.
Okay, youre splattered across the sofa or recliner, watching TV, surfing the channels with you thumb tapping the remote like your sending Morse Code.
Your wife asks you to quit flickin' all over the place 'cause it's going to give the dog a conniption fit. Just find something and stay with it, she sez. So without taking your eyes off the TV, you reply you can't decide what to watch until you find out what else is on.
Your wife suggests you look in the TV guide which is what she took out the subscription for. And while continuing to surf through the 180-odd satellite channels, you explain you left your reading glasses on the table, and the TV guide's on the back of the toilet.
Your wife picks up some knitting or a book. Finally you settle on what you want to watch -a comedy, a sports event and something with with guns shooting- and youre keeping yourself apprised of what's going on on all three.
Then something really good happens on one of the shows and you settle on it for awhile. Your wife looks up, content the surfing has stopped. Suddenly, the commercials start and you're back in the water surfing your way to something else.
Your wife gets up, exits the room, goes out and buys her own TV and sends you to sleep perpetually on the sofa or goes as far as to file for divorce. It can happen. Life is about choices. So is television. If you have to make a choice between a successful marriage and a TV remote? I say go for the successful marriage.
Unless, of course, the playoffs are on.
Okay, youre splattered across the sofa or recliner, watching TV, surfing the channels with you thumb tapping the remote like your sending Morse Code.
Your wife asks you to quit flickin' all over the place 'cause it's going to give the dog a conniption fit. Just find something and stay with it, she sez. So without taking your eyes off the TV, you reply you can't decide what to watch until you find out what else is on.
Your wife suggests you look in the TV guide which is what she took out the subscription for. And while continuing to surf through the 180-odd satellite channels, you explain you left your reading glasses on the table, and the TV guide's on the back of the toilet.
Your wife picks up some knitting or a book. Finally you settle on what you want to watch -a comedy, a sports event and something with with guns shooting- and youre keeping yourself apprised of what's going on on all three.
Then something really good happens on one of the shows and you settle on it for awhile. Your wife looks up, content the surfing has stopped. Suddenly, the commercials start and you're back in the water surfing your way to something else.
Your wife gets up, exits the room, goes out and buys her own TV and sends you to sleep perpetually on the sofa or goes as far as to file for divorce. It can happen. Life is about choices. So is television. If you have to make a choice between a successful marriage and a TV remote? I say go for the successful marriage.
Unless, of course, the playoffs are on.