Do you know how I know I married the right person? Because I’m spending this Saturday watching reruns of American Gladiators. That’s right, I’m watching episodes of a
second third-rate physical “competition” from more than a decade ago. And the entire time I’m giving commentary on how the contestants are doing and what strategies are working. I’m even cheering for some of these people (I really hope Darrell can beat this Bam-Bam freak with his gigantic, blond mullet). Yeah, I’m cheering for some guy as he runs around like a kid on a sugar rush trying to beat out roided up beasts in a game of Powerball. And I am secretly jealous because I always wanted to try out Assault. And do you know what The Woman is doing?
SHE IS SITTING NEXT TO ME, EYES GLUED TO THE SAME RIDICULOUS SHOW! Oh yes – we were made for each other.