Okay, I need to confess. I enjoy aggravating Mr. Basketmaker at times. Is this wrong? Many probably will say “yes.” But I cannot help myself. I just enjoy it way too much!
So here’s the latest situation. The other day, I’m in the bedroom, on the iPad and Mr. Basketmaker is in the living room watching one of his favorite shows, “The First 48.” It is a reality show following cops as they try and solve a crime.
Now I know he’s watching this show and he just got done making himself a batch of popcorn, which means he’s planted in his “man chair” for a good hour, and probably all nice and comfy. I’m sure a good wife would be pleased that her husband is happy and content. But no, not me. I want to harass him a little.
So with a mischievous grin on my face, I get on our iPad and open the DirecTV app and find another show to remotely switch it to. Ah, yes, “The Notebook.” A mushy romantic movie which happens to be my father’s favorite, I might add. So I select it and click on the button “Watch on TV.” And I wait….
I hear a small “what?” And then he changes it back. So I do it again, switched his show to the mushy romantic one.
Seconds later I hear a loud, whining voice in the other room “Lynne! Change it back to what I was watching! I know you switched the channels on me!”
My reaction? “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything!”
But I’m quietly laughing, and guiltily I might add. Why do I torture him so? I can’t help it.
But I did get up from my comfy bed and open our barn door that separated us and repeated, “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything!”
He promptly said “Yeah, right.”
So I told him that out of the goodness of my heart, I would help him out, and immediately grabbed the remote and changed it back to his crime show.
So there’s my confession. Since I shared it publicly, does it mean I’m forgiven?