A man obsessed

Poor Donnie. He caught the crud that zapped me over the weekend. It’s a funky tummy/sinus thing that makes you feel dizzy, queasy, stuffy and just…blah.

Sick or not, he will not unglue himself from the TV screen. He knows by heart all of the channels that are covering the Olympic games, and clicks incessantly between them all. He’s watched the men’s 150 mile bike race, synchronized diving, men’s & women’s basketball, swimming, soccer/football, and women’s volleyball (insisting that he liked the team games better than the beach volleyball. Yeah, right dear…whatever you say). I walked in the other day to find him watching women’s weight lifting and did a double-take at the huge Chinese woman on the screen.

The man even watched women’s gymnastics, something he used to make fun of me for watching. He’s obsessed, I tell you!

Me, eh, I can take ’em or leave ’em. I’ll be tired of it by the end of the week. Mostly I’ve marveled over the smog in Bejing. Is that some wicked-looking stuff or what? It made me wheeze, and I don’t even have asthma. LOL