Hubby was in a stooper when Nascar was over last November.
He's been talking about its return ever since, even marking of the days on his mental calender. Calulating how many more days to wait and working himself into exitement.
Today is the day, Daytona shootout is finally here. For the last 45 minutes he has been watching the Speed channel for all the talking with drivers, clips of practice and learning the new rules.
He hasn't done any of his usual remote control playing. This is flipping inbetween channels and pulling up the guide, checking to make sure he isn't missing something on another channel. Now why can't he behave like that when I'm watching something!
All of a sudden I had a lapse in brain power. I let the words escape from my lips and as soon as I did I realized my blunder.
What's on tonight?
A usual statement, not out of the ordinary.
The look on his face, was like I had totally lost it!
I busted out laughing.
He was not!
Hubby...Go play your game! Go blog! Go ault gelt delete! Whip out your history or your cookies! Better yet bring me some cookies!
I am totally LMAO!!
I got told to go blog! LOL!! That's a first.
So here I am on a saturday evening with nothing to watch, except for the occasional "come look" "Babe, come see this". Those instances was to go look at Dale Earnhardt's facial hair. Thanks I'll pass.