slugbutt was here. and yes, i usually have to cave to football or golf so that he is happy, but today, today was an extra special treat.

in he sluffs in all his holiday gruffness. (you see, i admit it, not all the funsucking comes from in-laws.)

i was merrily watching my VH1 marathon of i love the 90s, because you know i do, i love the 90s, and i love yelling "OH. MY. GOD!! i remember that!" "i had those!" "i loooooved that song!" with giddy geeky giggles as i dance about to salt and pepa or mc hammer. 90210? melrose place? party of five? oh yes, i love the 90s. but i digress...

so happy was i in my nostalgic glee that i didn't notice that i was watching "black" tv. thank you slugbutt for alerting me to my faults.

slugbutt: (holding the remote and grimacing) don't you have anything white on this tv?

me: (a bit puzzled) it's the 90s...

slugbutt: but it's all black don't you people watch white tv here?

me: (now crossing the room, stomping like a pms-ing elephant and slamming the remote on the coffee table) we don't differentiate between black and white tv in this house and i would appreciate it if you kept your comments to yourself in front of the boys. if you need to watch football change the channel, but some of the players may. just. be. black.
would you like some coffee?

i thought things were going to get awful from there out. he makes grudge holding an art form. i told my mom who said, "good, someone should tell him." but wtf?? how can you live with someone like that?? and know it?? gah!

so we ate some dinner (no white meat) and had some wine (oops, no white wine) and had some dessert and they were off. i would imagine that's a fun ride home.

i checked the owner's manual to the tv, but it says nothing about it being black. funny thing, huh?