American Singers

It’s Bido

The Place: the living room of my apt

The Time: last night

The Scenario: I get home from school and walk in the room to greet my husband

Me- “Hey, Bido” (yup, I call him “Bido”- pronounced Bee-dough)

Dale- “Hey, Pica” (Sometimes he calls me “Pica” –pronounced pee-kah)

Me- “what are you watching?”

Dale- “American singers” (That’s what he calls “American idol”)

End Scene.

Dale has never watched American Idol before. Well, at least not the competition part. He has seen some of the audition shows in the past, but we have never stuck around for the competition.

Lately, he has been religiously watching the show. It kinda freaks me out.

He never really comments on it. I don’t think he has a favorite. When I comment on a singer, or on something a judge says he will just nod in agreement. I don't think he could even tell you the name of any contestant. He just sits there.....and watches. Every night, he asks me if "american singers" is on.

I don't fucking know!!! And I don't really care. It's not my bag, baby.

This could be the beginning of his descent into insanity.

Last night, he got mad at me because I did not want to watch "good eats".

"Fine, Sarah! Why don't you just pick a better show since you are such an expert on good T.V.!"

Yowza! Take it easy, buddy. I relinquished my control. Ya gotta pick your battles.