My parents have, over the years, waffled back and forth between having cable and not having it. We’d watch TV and then they’d decide that we watched too much TV, so they’d get rid of it, but eventually they’d decide it wasn’t so terrible and maybe we should have it again. Somehow David and I got to talking about this phenomenon while lying in bed the other night.
“It usually comes down to my mom wanting to watch baseball and General Conference. She likes her Diamondbacks. Oh, and crime shows.”
“What?“
“You know, crime shows. Like CSI or NCIS or Bones. Stuff like that.”
“Oh. I thought you said CRAB shows and I was really confused.”
“What, like Extreme Crab Makeover?”
“Biggest Crabber.”
“America’s Next Top Crab.”
“Dancing With the Crabs!”
“So You Think You Can Crab!”
And that’s when it just got out of control. We spent the next half hour doing nothing but make up ridiculous crab shows. I couldn’t stop laughing. We’d get quiet and then one of us would start back up again.
“Real Crabwives of New York!”
“Parks and Crabs? No…Crabs and Recreation!”
“Mighty Morphin’ Power Crabbers!”
“Crabnum PI!”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how we stay so happily married: we’re probably the only people on earth who think we’re funny. Thank heavens we found each other.
Tamsen and I did this once, only replacing the word "fart" for "heart" in any context we could think of (e.g., "total eclipse of the fart"). Glad to know we're not the only ones.
Given that little anecdote, you'll appreciate that David sent me a text this morning saying, "It's the THIGH of the tiger." We have problems.
I was busting a gut laughing when i read this. you are perfect for each other. Love you both.
And we love you. 🙂