Idiot Box

After we got the boys in bed, Cowgrit went out to run errands, and I was supposed to sit down in my office to write. But I plopped down on the sofa and turned on TV “for just a few minutes.” I felt the need for a little laughter, so I turned on Comedy Central.

I love the show Scrubs, a silly-funny show about a hospital, and I’ll stop what I’m doing at any time to watch it. Cowgrit says she likes the show, too, but she doesn’t laugh out loud like I do. But she was gone, and I could enjoy it fully without feeling that I was looking like an idiot. I watched the full show and just had a perma-grin the whole time.

Then I flicked through some channels, and found Family Guy on. Oh my God, but I love FG! Silly, vulgar, and just over-the-top funny! When Cowgrit sees any part of it, she just sits there staring like it’s all gibberish. But she was gone, and I could roll around the sofa laughing my head off without looking like an idiot.

The only thing better than randomly discovering an episode of Family Guy while channel surfing, is finding out it’s part of a 2-hour series of episodes, and it’s just started! Cowgrit came back home while I was watching FG, and she soon gave up trying to talk to me. My eyes, ears, and full attention was on the TV, and I was smiling, chuckling, guffawing, and giggling exactly like an idiot. I only barely noticed that she had come home.

When the shows were over, I jumped up off the sofa, energized by the long, continuos laughter, and went to my office to get to work. But I couldn’t remember a thing I was supposed to do. What was I going to post about? Damn if I can remember.

So I got two or three hours of just fantastic humor, and you get nothin’. Sorry ’bout that.

Bullgrit
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