‘Til death do us part is not a wedding day challenge to see who will do away the other.
That does not stop my wife from asking me if I am planning to kill her.
I mean that in the sense that she asked me that very question.
I laughed.
And that only fueled her speculation.
So I had to ask….
Why?
She says it’s because I have become withdrawn and reclusive and spend too much time watching…”those shows” on the Netflix.
Withdrawn?…….
Reclusive?…….
Ok…..I can see that without killing any time arguing but “those shows”?
COME ON!
It’s just TV.
I really haven’t watched any TV shows in the last 5-6 years but once I became a mysterious recluse I had to have something to do, so I have been indulging.
I started with “The Blacklist”. A guy on the FBI most wanted turns himself in and wants to help them catch other most wanted dudes but will only talk to a rookie FBI chick if they agree. It’s fast and dramatic. Twists and turns ….blah blah blah. What is really great is the most wanted guy kills without discretion or emotion. He is quite the role model.
(That’s not helping my cause much)
Next….”The Killing”. All I can say about this series is after I was done with the 4 seasons is I needed a shower….badly.
Not because I watched it from start to finish without stopping but because every character made me feel gross about liking the show so much. Lying, shadyness, back stabbing, and the unthinkable killings…..just great stuff!
I just started watching “Dexter”. Police forensics guy who moonlights as a serial killer.
Like I said…..its just TV.
Anyway, I’m not planning on killing her.
And here are my reasons why…..
1- Any time a wife is murdered who is the first suspect?
The husband.
That would be me.
I get grilled when I don’t match the socks right and fold like a cheap suit when I try to deny involvement.
Lesson learned here….I am a terrible liar.
2- To get out of being a suspect an alibi is needed.
If you have read this far, then you will recall that I am a recluse…..a social misfit…more alone than a ribeye at a vegan festival.
I am either with my wife, alone or at work….where I work…..ALONE.
The only ones who could verify my whereabouts would be my dogs….and for a beef basted biscuit they would say anything….BUT THEY CAN’T TALK!
Lesson learned here…..don’t expect any meat n greet at vegan gatherings. That would be barking up the wrong tree.
and lastly…
3- We have been married over 6 years. I’ve never been with anyone who thought I was planning to kill them. It kinda warms my heart.
I’d like that warming to continue-
Til death do us part.
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