They say that Superbowl Sunday is the biggest day of the year for wife-beatings. There’s simply no reason for that. It’s easy to come to a common agreement if you just try a little bit. For example,

Me: “Won’t all of this Superbowl hoopla be fun when the Saints finally make it there?”

Mrs. theskinnyonbenny: “That won’t ever happen, and if it does, they will have long before moved somewhere else.”

Me: “Well, it might. Someday.”

Mrs. theskinnyonbenny: “I have a better chance of getting the Oscar for Best Actress than the Saints have of playing in the Superbowl.”

Long pause.

Me: “Well, there’s a little better chance. The Saints are at least a professional football team. You, however, are not an actress.”

Another pause.

Still me: “It’s more similar to someone from Baker Little Theater winning the Oscar for Best Actress.”

Mutual agreement abounds.

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