My husband is watching basketball. God really works in such strange ways. I remember when I was younger, nothing could repulse me like a sports fan. I explained my hatred of sports in the past, in case you missed it. Oh, but somehow I ended up with a man who stays interested as the miserable basketball game drones on.

My thing was music. If the guy was into the music I was into, we'd click. I figured that meant he was deep. Not at all. Yeah, I was wrong. For one thing, finding a guy in the south who liked the exact music I did was hard to do. My taste in music had to be compromised for pretty much any suiter. Secondly, I had other things that annoyed me besides sports-loving, such as extreme egotism, perversion, and stupidity. I know, that pretty much canceled out everyone... Everyone attracted to girls, anyway. So it all worked out well, I think. Sure my husband likes basketball and only tolerates my music. I have control of the radio. And we love each other. That's all that matters. :-D