Awoke this morning to find Amy, having pulled an all-nighter watching the Olympics, engrossed in coverage of curling.
Curling? Yes, curling. Even worse, she understood whatever was happening on screen and saluted a USA effort with “great shot!”
Great shot? I didn’t even know they had shots in curling. In fact, I didn’t even know curling was an Olympic sport.
Over the last 26 years, I’ve ignored my wife’s fascination with watching the Westminster Kennel Show or some arcane BBC series about animal doctors but curling?
Lord help us.
If you think the Westminster Kennel Show is a bit much, try attending one of the cat shows—-it’s like the Rocky Horror
Picture Show..
My wife, Karin, is half British, and we absolutely
HAD to get the BBC by satellite.. She gets ecstatic when these amateur
archeologists dig up some poor sod’s lawn and they find an old Roman something
or other..
It’s about as interesting as watching paint dry—-and what a conglomeration of weirdos..
You have to tell us what it is now…..