Jul 30, 201208:37 AMPlain Jane
Because Moms Can't Be Afraid to Tell it Like it is
Scenes from the swamp
As I write this blog my husband, the bald man, is watching Hillbilly Handfishing on television. Next up on his must-see TV schedule: Swamp People. Welcome to my world.
What is it about these programs that make men want to watch them so badly? Is it some kind of long-thought dormant caveman gene that spontaneously springs to life the moment a fish appears on screen?
Or maybe the bald man secretly wants to move to the bayou and hunt crocks for a living? I can hear him now, "Liiizzzzzzbett—I mean, Jaaaannne. Git da gun an shoot dat crock. Shoot im! Awrrighh, naw let's git da boys an hang some mo rotten meat from da trees."
If that's what his dream is, I'm out. There is no way this lady is trolling the swamps on an air boat looking for some prehistoric, man-eating lizards, nor will I be digging blindly under rocks for giant fish. Plus, I'm just about 100 percent certain that everything found under rocks is disgusting. End of story.
Of course maybe the bald man just likes watching these shows. Perhaps it allows him to unwind after a long day. I'll have to ask him at the next commercial break, right after Lizbet hauls that 750-pound handbag into the boat. Riveting television. Just riveting. For men. *sigh*