Sent To My Room

Okay, my husband just told me to go to my room. (That would be my workshop) He told me I am rude and that even the dogs don't want to sit by me right now. What would drive him to say something so mean to me?

WHEEL OF FORTUNE!!!

Yep, that's right! Wheel Of Fortune!

It's just the two of us, so we never eat dinner sitting at the kitchen table. In fact, I think we stopped doing that years and years ago when the kids stopped showing up for dinner. We enjoy just taking our plates and plunking down on the couch and chatting and eating our dinner. More often than not, we end up eating at 6:30 p.m. which is Wheel of Fortune time.

Irv keeps telling me that he is signing me up to go on the show. I just laugh at him. Anyone can sit in the comfort of their living room and solve puzzles. No stage lights, no audience, no competition, no Vanna or Pat....sure it's easy then. I would never, ever go on a game show! I just wrote the other day about being shy and not liking people to even look at me. Like I said, it is something I would never do nor would I have a desire to do even if I wasn't a bit shy.

What caused him to tell me to go to my room was when I asked yet again....why in heavens name does Wheel of Fortune make the other two contestants clap and cheer for their opponent when they take their turn? I think that is truly the dumbest thing I have ever seen in my life. This is a GAME. It's a COMPETITION. You want to WIN. You want the other guy to LOSE. Why the hell are you cheering for them?

Irv told me that they are cheering to be nice and to keep it a friendly game show.

Is he kidding?

If I were on the show, when the other people spin the big old wheel I would be yelling, "Bankrupt, bankrupt, bankrupt"! Why would I yell, "Big money, big money"? It makes no sense at all! When they hit a bankrupt, I would let out a giant size, "Woo hoo!!!" I sure wouldn't feel bad for them. I WANT them to LOSE!

At about this point, Irv told me I was obnoxious! Then I told him I was going to blog about it and he said that all of the people that comment are going to say that they use to like me, but now they see what a b----- I really am, and they don't like me any more.

The final straw for him was when I said, "Okay, here is a fine example. Could you see the Cubs, when the other team is at bat, CHEERING for them to hit a friggin' home run? I can just see the Cubs sitting on the bench in their dug out, clapping and cheering and yelling, for the other team..... come on big hit, big hit! Come on, hit it out of the park buddy! You can do it!"

That's when he told me to go to my room!

Honey.....can I come out now?