Monday Morning.

I have my door open in my office.
My husband is watching The Price is Right. He has changed what I was going to write when I came in here.

I hear him yell, 'Four, you dumb shit, FOUR!' He yells louder. 

I am typing away here, laughing because I think he thinks that if he yells it louder, they will hear him.

He just said to the TV, "OMG, you should be spayed or neutered, get off the stage."
If you don't watch the TPIR, Drew says this tidbit at the end of each show to have your pets spayed or neutered. It's a big thing since the day of Bob Barker. 

Dear Lord, I am not spouting facts about a game show, am I? What has my life become? Look what he has done to me.

I should record him while he watches this so all could see him as he yells LOWER, damn it.  If they would just listen to him, it would be far quieter in my home. I do believe he is certifiable about this show. I watch only because he watches; it's not my jam. 

I have been married twice. Both are/were named Rick. Both lovers of this damn show, The Price is Right.  The first guy was working nights, school by day. work at night. That enabled him to watch during the day. Long before VCRs or DVRs.  I had one day off during the week, and then I worked a weekend, so I was lucky enough to see this rabid fan of The Price is Right in all his glory.  He, too, shouted numbers at the TV.  He, too, shouted mean things about the contestants.  Gee, I may have a type, eh?

One day, (this Rick), after listening to him doing commentary of the show, he was making me laugh. I asked why he would say what he said about this woman, and he said, "Trust me, she's a faller."
A faller?  

Yep, if she wins, she is going to roll around on the floor. 

Damn, she did.

Next guy is a chest thumper, he tells me. He will attempt to chest-bump Drew when he gets on stage. I am shocked that Rick knew this. I asked if this was a repeat.  Now he is laughing. No, you can just tell.  Football, sports, chest thumper, and he will not win unless it involves him throwing or putting a ball into something.  Spot on!  The guy didn't know a single thing they presented to him.

The next young thing has those eyelashes on that Rick insists you can't see through, so that was why she was so dumb.  Then she tripped. I said, "she tripped over those lashes, babe."  He laughed and said, "Now you're getting it."  But do I really want to get it?!

Now this was becoming a fun sport for me, I admit, tell me more.

A cute young thing makes it to the stage. She can't make a decision on her own and keeps looking to the audience for help. Rick tells me these types drive him nuts. If you don't know this stuff, don't come on the show. She loses, and it's no surprise to anyone, including her. But everyone, including Rick, enjoyed her bouncing.

The last one that really made me smile was an older woman. She was so good at the prices that he was yelling, Go Grandma! 

She won a car she couldn't drive, she said, because she no longer drives at her age. She had to "run" back and forth to put items on a shelf in a timed race. The old gal could really shuffle. She had to be in her early 90s. But God love her, she won. She won a nice car that hopefully she can sell and then use the money.

I just wish my guy could get on the show. I've submitted tickets for him for years. You can bet your arse I will be yelling things at him on the TV or from the audience.  But the difference is he won't look to the audience for answers. He thinks he knows it all. LOL

Honestly, it's no different, I suppose, from yelling at the umps or the horrible sportscasters while I watch a game. I mean, I could kill people and things when Joe Buck was a baseball sportscaster. Thank GOD MLB woke up and fired him. Now, you football guys are stuck with that dude.