My Good Ol' Boy

My Hubs is without a doubt, the smartest, most tenacious person I know.  Whereas I'm easily distracted and don't suffer the least bit of angst at failing to solve a problem, he's the opposite.  He NEVER gives up.  If he goes to bed thinking about a problem, more often than not, the solution will awaken him before dawn.

Where I read fiction to relax, he delves into highly technical articles for kicks.  This man solves differential equations in his head.   Ask him about thermodynamics or fluid dynamics.  He'll tell you more than you ever wanted to know.

But, there is one thing he does that totally contradicts his intelligence....

Something that drives.  Me.  Crazy.

Does he channel surf?  Sure.  But, that's no biggee.  The problem is that no matter how fast he flips, if he catches a glimpse of one particular show, he ALWAYS stops.  No sometimes about it.  ALWAYS.  Surely with all those smarts it's a documentary or program on the science or history channel, right?

Nope.  My brainiac husband stops at the....Dukes of Hazard.  The.  Dukes. Of. Fucking. Hazard.

Just'a good ol' boys

Never meanin' no harm.

The opening lines of the theme song call to him like the Sirens' song.  Snaring his attention, causing his thumb to freeze over the remote.  Everything comes to a halt.  It's the damnedest thing I've ever seen.  As he watches, he snickers and laughs like a five-year-old boy.

Blows.  My.  Mind.

If I'm being totally honest, I'll admit that I'd be less disturbed if I walked in on him watching clown porn than Bo and Luke battling Boss Hogg for the umpteenth time. 

My theory is that Hubs' love of this moronic show is simply a release.  A time when he's able to give all of his brain cells a rest.  No deep plot to follow.  No complicated dialog to consider.  A reminder of the carefree days of childhood.

Back when he was single with no crazy wife to blog about him!

I guess you have to laugh!