Puzzled at Puzzles

This is what puzzles me – why do wives ask husbands for the answers to crossword puzzle questions in the evening while their men are trying to watch TV? In my case, it always happens when I am watching South Park. Anyone who watches this program understands that the plots are very complicated and concentration is the key to understanding the humor. Since my wife is lying on the same bed as I, she surely must know the plot and why Butters is wearing a super hero costume.

I just don’t get it; how many times must I say, “Sorry, darling, I don’t know what the slang term is for butt crack,” or “Sorry, darling, I don’t know what the word is for husbands who watch dumb-ass TV programs.” At least I thought that is what she asked. Wait a minute; are these questions digs to keep me from enhancing my brain with good TV programming? I soon forget the questions and go back to the devil trying to have a Halloween party in South Park. After South Park, I turn the channel to Reno 911, as the wife starts another puzzle and the verbal digs start over again.

What’s the deal with crossword puzzles anyway? Why would anyone wrack their brain with trivia crap that means nothing in the real world? It makes more sense to me that I watch a gay guy on roller skates in tight, and I mean tight, shorts while putting moves on carhop customers during work. It helps knowing whom to avoid if I ever go to a carhop in the future. This is the kind of stuff that has meaning in the real world.

Oh crap, wifey is looking over at me again. Not another stupid question if you please. “Darling, what are you watching now?” she says with a devious smile. I look up at the TV and there is a home improvement program on. “How in the hell did this get on?” I ask perplexed. She replies, “I turned the channel two hours ago while you were sleeping, moron.” She starts to laugh uncontrollably as I get up to use the bathroom and then go to the couch to spend the night.

I don’t have to take this abuse!

I’m just saying,

Mittster

The Power of Laughter

I really like it when someone posts on Facebook that they had a good laugh at something written by a friend. There is just not enough laughter in the world any more. Let’s face it, without the ability to laugh we lose our second most powerful communication tool. The first is love, and without that we are doomed.


I found my Friday laugh in a piece on YouTube called Troglodyte. It made me laugh loud and long. Afterward, I felt really good and the world seemed right for a time. Click on the title of this blog and see some of the scientific research being done concerning the real powers of laughter. I don’t know about you, but I need all the help I can get or the world comes crashing down on me with an overload of hate and discontent! Give me a freaking break – laughter does just that.


I think Friday should be a laughter holiday; what better way to get ready for the weekend. Bosses around the nation should have to back off and let the workers laugh to their heart's content. Sure, we still have to produce at work today, but I bet with laughter we will produce even more than usual. It would be good medicine for the bosses to laugh a little too, although I doubt they will produce any more than the usual, "bah humbug!"

Looking forward to the weekend is almost as good as the weekend itself, unless, of course, you have to work. In that case you need laughter even more than I. Can you imagine having Tuesday and Wednesday as a weekend? Who do you party and have fun with? Everyone is working while you cruise the lonely weeknight streets alone. No, you can’t quit – someone has to keep the world going so the rest of us can have great weekends. Sorry, Charlie, and keep up the good work….

I’m just saying,

Mittster