My husband and I are kind of weird…we don’t fight. Well, hardly ever. The one bone of contention in our house is the TV remote. He controls it but only because it’s one of those complicated gizmos with all the bells and whistles that I hate (what does the widget function DO, anyway?) What we can never agree on is what to watch. He likes big action & I’m a fan of domestic drama and cooking shows. I love foreign movies, he says most put him to sleep. A news junkie, he’s all over “The Newsroom,” which I find interesting but preachy and somewhat yawn-inducing. I like “Hell on Wheels,” too, but there’s only so much blood and guts I can take before bedtime. (I prefer the fake-seeming dead bodies of the Poirot mysteries). He, the good husband that he is, will grin and bear it if I want to watch “Top Chef” or what he refers to as “your British shows,” meaning period dramas set in England (exception: “Downtown Abbey,” which we both loved). If there’s a show we’re both into, which is rare, it’s almost sure to be cancelled. The one thing that’s survived is our marriage.
