How To Stay Married

Tell me again how buttons are made

Hubby and I have very different ideas about home entertainment.  He's happy to watch hours of the most mind-numbing programming ever created.  It's his way of zoning out.  The SJG demands an engaging plot, top quality acting, a big splashy musical number, and at least one studly specimen with tight abs, to make it worth my while.  Hubby will watch a show about plumbing.  I will watch a show that features a hunky plumber (like Mike on "Desperate Housewives.")  Hubby will watch a show about how buttons are made.  The SJG gets bored sewing a button on.  But that doesn't mean I can't feign interest.  I'm good for about five minutes and then my brain goes elsewhere. Hubby feigns interest in things that interest me, too. While one of us expounds on the exciting topic at hand  -- why the Bruins suck, or why Jennifer Aniston can't find a man -- the other one nods, smiles and says pithy things like, "Oh, really!" and, "Wow," and, "Do tell!"  In this way, and many others, we stay married.