Monday, December 28, 2009
Remote Control Wars
Guess who picks out the movies?
Last night I had to endure Body of Lies. Do I like Leo DiCaprio? Yes. Do I like watching him get his fingers smashed with a hammer by terrorists?
Picture me not finding that entertaining. After about five minutes of hearing him scream and covering my eyes, I shout:
"No, it's just getting good." says my husband.
"Shut it off!" I yell, pulling my head into the case on my pillow.
"NO!" he insists.
So I reach for the remote, but he grabs it too and we wrestle.
God made him stronger, but He made me sly as a fox. Milk Man wins the remote. So, I throw my hands up in air dramatically and march out of the room exclaiming,
"That's enough for me. This is torture. I can't look anymore. How can you enjoy watching this?!"
I retreat to the restroom to find the tissues so I can wipe my tears over poor Leo's fingers. Milk Man is laughing at me. Then I turn mad and he turns surprised.
"It's just a movie." He says, exasperated.
"How can those bad men smash someone so cool?" I slobber the thought all over a tissue.
Milk Man frowns and switches on NBC.
As I sink back down onto my pillow with my tissue box I hear:
"The hills are alive with the sound of music!"
"Ah, a nice movie," I say smiling. (I win!)
Milk Man cringes and mumbles something.
Not even ten minutes pass and he starts rubbing his forehead in frustration. He looks up at the ceiling, over at the door, frowning and whining like a sick dog.
At the scene in the gazebo where Maria and Captain von Trapp declare their love in song, Milk Man jumps up and runs out of the room.
"I can't take this movie anymore. It's torture!" He says.
And I'm left there to wonder:
How did this husband of mine ever graduate from boot camp?
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