Tuesday, February 24, 2009
This is my lovely Mr. Frisby. I was at the gym yesterday and saw something that made me appreciate Mr. Frisby even more than I already do. The Maury Povich show was on the big TV at the gym. I don't usually watch it because it's dumb and the sound isn't on anyway and the closed captioning gets cut off because of the format it's in. But, occasionally I will look up from my weights and get an idea of what they're talking about. It almost always has men who are cheating on their wife/girlfriend, men who beat their wife/girlfriend, girls getting into trouble, etc., etc., etc. Like I said, I don't really watch it, I can just tell what's going on. So, yesterday's show had men who beat their wife/girlfriend. When I glanced up at the screen, there was some big, muscular dude yelling at the other dudes about how they shouldn't beat their wives/girlfriends and trying to intimidate them into not doing it. This made me reflect on Mr. Frisby and gave me two more reasons why I love him. Number one, he doesn't beat me and he never would (because he is afraid of my big guns). Number two, if he did beat me, or if we had some other trouble in our marriage, he would not turn to Maury Povich as the solution. He is a smart man. I love you, honey!