Playing your game
Like every couple, we fight over small, large, idiotic and important things. We fight over who is driving, who won't drink, what restaurant we go to, who cleans up, who cooks and what movie will rent/go see -- he likes that stupid horror shit genre like The Hills have Eyes and the Saw trilogy. But what we mostly fight about is the damn DVR. Screw you, Time Warner! See, HBO is only on one TV which is currently located in the living room. Since we've moved in, a constant fight is when I will watch Entourage and Big Love. I love these shows. I look forward to them every week. I'm almost as excited as I am to watch the new Grey's Anatomy every Thursday. I'm not asking to watch them live every night since we have DVR, but I don't think I should fight over watching it every week. It's a total of an hour and half -- that's it! He likes Entourage, but then goes into this long, dramatic explanation of why he doesn't like Big Love and then will walk in and out of the room while I'm watching it, reminding me how much he hates this show and how lame it is. Seriously, I watch your lame shows-- the History Channel, something about Fire ants on the Discovery Channel and Rescue Me. (I kind of got into Rescue Me and don't mind watching it. But, sometimes, for the sake of playing his game, I also will throw a childish fit about the shows he watches, until he changes the channel to shut me up or gets up and goes in another room! HA! I can play your game too, B.F.