Larry and I were watching the television the other day and it was one of those rare moments when I happen to have had control of the remote. We were discussing the possibility of me giving him back the remote when my favorite commercial came on. As soon as Larry saw it was the Bowflex commercial, he knew he wasn't getting that remote back until the commercial was over. That dude in the Bowflex commercial is one of the few things on television that I find truly pleasant to view. In fact, if I knew for sure that stud muffin would be in that information video they advertise, I would probably order the video just so I could turn him on any time I wanted.
As Mr. Bowflex was telling me how I should order that video and see just how much fun it could be working out on a Bowflex machine, Morris the maniacal muse, suddenly made an appearance and perched himself in his usual spot on my right shoulder. Naturally his first comment was to the effect that the Bowflex machine is not what I was sitting there thinking about having all that fun with. I just slapped the mean natured little kill joy off my shoulder and went with on with my fantasizing though.
Then the commercial went off, but just as I was about to hand Larry the remote back this tall dark and handsome dude came on and informed me he was the host for the upcoming show all about treasures. I couldn't tell if this guy was in as good of shape as the Bowflex dude because he was wearing this real elegant suit. But even covered up like that, he was definitely eye candy as far as I was concerned, so I told Larry I had changed my mind and I wanted to watch this program all about how to find lost treasures.
Larry mumbled something about it not being the treasure I was interested in. Morris, who was once more perched on my shoulder, snidely said, "Hey blonde, looks like you found something as good as that Bowflex stud muffin to keep your short attention span on track for the next hour."
To which I replied, "Yeah those folks that produce this program were smart enough to have a host that a lot of women will probably consider a bigger treasure than anything else that gets found on this show. And Morris, if you don't shut up and let me watch this in peace, I'm going to slap your little muse behind right off my shoulder again."
I may have made a mistake by insisting we watch that show though. By the time it was over Larry had decided he wanted a metal detector so he could go out and look for lost treasure. Of course, hunting around out here in these sand hills for treasure sure would keep him occupied for a long time before he found any. Meanwhile, I would have control of the remote because I would be at home in my recliner watching my idea of real treasure.