It's Sunday and I am suffering through another 4 hours of Nascar with Duke. I'm trying to tune out the commentators as they butcher the English language with grammatical errors. Nascar has the longest season of any sport...(OK, I don't know this as fact, but I am fairly sure) 9 months is a long season anyway.
I try really hard to be supportive. I remember when we first met I had never watched an entire game of football. I realized that if I didn't want to spend the rest of my life hiding in the bedroom every Sunday, Monday, and Thursday nights, I needed to learn how to enjoy it. Now I do. I tried doing this again when Duke decided he wanted to start watching stock cars zip around a track for 500 miles. I really tried. For over 7 years I have suffered a slow death. I could go hide in my room but it is messy (messier than my living room anyway) and it gives me anxiety. I could go clean my room but I insist that today be a day of rest. I could clean the living room for that matter but again, Sunday is the only day I have an excuse not to work and I refuse to argue with God on this one. If he wants me to rest, then I will rest. Score 1 point for Chief.
Another option you may wonder why I don't entertain is to just go do something on my own while he absorbs himself in "yee haws" and "by gollies". As a couple, we have had to come to a compromise when it comes to our separate interests. See previous post here for a refresher. So, I sit and talk to the internet and he sits in his skivvies and loses brain cells on lap at a time.
I think I'll just lie down here and take a snooze on the couch. Maybe I'll wake up and the boys will have cleaned the house for me as a surprise. Oh...to dream!
I can't wait for football season.
Where is it?
Who wants me
If I find that you have plagiarized my work I will hunt you down and rip your spleen out with a spork. These are my pictures and my words. Using them without my permission is equivalent to stealing an old ladies purse and hitting her over the head with her cane. Trust me, you don't want to go there. I know people that will make you wish you were never born.'nuff said?
2 crazy comments. I'm still waiting for yours!:
it's crazy to me that people actually watch cars race around and clock miles. Isn't that what we do each day on the way to work?? Aren't those cars what we're sick of seeing?
Here's a solution. Get a hampster. He can watch it go in circles and then you will have some quiet! I'm a regular ol' Dear Abbey!
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