Goats and the Jersey Shore

So I had intended to do this blog on myotonic goats, when Jeff, my husband, walks in with a very odd proposal. Let me preface this by saying that watching "Jersey Shore" is my most embarassing guilty pleasure, and one that I do in private. Jeff hates reality TV, and wouldn't have sat through an episode of that if he lost a bet.

In an attempt to make contninuous efforts to strengthen our relationship, he made a daring move.

Jeff: "So....I noticed the first couple of seasons of Jersey Shore are on Netflix. I know you're recording this season and you always have to watch it by yourself. I thought maybe I could get caught up on it this weekend so that I can watch it with you. What do you think?"

Me: (choking on cereal) "Sure?"

As we begin to watch the first episode, and the 8 characters present themselves in the opening credits, amongst a blur of bronzer and hair gel, he looks over and says "You know, if I can't make it past the first episode, at least I tried."

I'm mortified, sure that he's going to be disgusted with the vapid, slutty behavior of these kids, so I hold my breath.......

three freaking episodes into it, I hear him yelling at the teleision. "Vinny is so dumb!" "Man, Angelina is a bitch!" and as we took a break to walk Molly, I turn around to see him fist pumping to an imaginary House beat.

He's addicted now, and will never pass up an opportunity to show me his "situatuion" (abs) and he finally realizes that the annoying sound I make when I don't get my way is the "Snookie noise."


Needless to say I think we both lost a few brain cells this weekend during our Jersey Shore marathon, but it brought us closer in a strange way.

Oh, and I can't leave this without this clip of the goats. It's really something special, and I fully intend to be present at the next "Fainting Goat" Festial.