The Biggest Argument We've Had This Week

As a general rule, Prince Charming and I get along really well.  We're not one of those couples who fight all the time and you wonder how they ever stay together.  I sometimes wonder how we stay together because he's so cool and yummy looking, and I'm me.  But, I try to not to question it...gift horse and all that.

We just don't fight all that often.  We truly are best friends.  And I don't mean that in the cheesy, "Oh, he's just my best friend!" and it makes you want to stab your eyes out with a fork kind of way.  I mean it in the best possible, giggling-slumber party-popcorn fight-braid each other's hair- kind of way.  I'm probably the one person in the world who knows that PC does a mean French Braid.  That thing stays in for days.

The only time that we really ever get annoyed with each other is when he wants to watch golf and I'm not ready to fall asleep yet.  Last night, however, was a slightly different story.  It started when he sat down in his chair and began flipping through the channel guide on TV.

"What's on tonight?"

"I don't know."

Flip.  Flip.  Flip.

"Oh!  Glee!  I forgot about that."

"Greeeeaaat."

"No.  It's Ricky Martin night.  Awesome."

"What else is on?"

"Nothing.  Just Glee."

"Are you being serious right now?"

"Of course."

"Oh my God...."

And then he covered up the side of his face with his hand so I couldn't see that he was rolling his eyes and mouthing, "Dork"...but I totally saw him. Whatever.  He was just jealous because he's not a homosexual Latin man with perfect teeth and 1 Grammy, 8 World Music Awards and a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame...hello!  He was in Menudo and sang She Bangs.  Okay?  Thank you.

After spending the next 93 minutes ping-ponging between the kids, helping with homework and valentines and showers and dinner clean-up and dessert and dessert clean-up, I plopped down on the couch and put my feet up.  It was 7:51 p.m.

Prince Charming acted like he didn't even know I was there.

Then it was 7:54 p.m.

He wasn't even looking at me.  Like I didn't exist!

Now it's 7:56 p.m. and I'm starting to get a little antsy.

"Are you going to watch this game or are we watching 'Glee'?"  Who cares about college basketball before March anyway?  Right.  This is what I'm saying....

Big sigh.  "Ugghhh...why don't you DVR 'Glee' and watch it tomorrow and we can watch 'Fringe' tonight?"

"No.  I don't want to DVR it.  I won't sit down tomorrow and watch it.  I have other stuff to do during the day besides watch TV."

"Like what?  Play on the computer?"

"No!"

"Yes.  Just record it and we'll watch 'Fringe'."

"Look.  I've had a busy day just like you and I want to sit down and relax with the show that I want to watch, just like you.  So if you don't want to watch it, fine.  I'll go in the other room."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Sure."

"Because sometimes you say that then you get all upset because it's like I'm forcing you out of the room."

"It's fine.  I'll be fine.  Just because we haven't seen each other all day, and I've been busy with the kids all night.  It's fine.  We don't have to be joined at the hip, you know.  We can catch up later.  It's fine."

"And then we'll watch 'Fringe'?"

"It's fine," and I covered up the side of my face with my hand so he couldn't see me rolling my eyes and mouthing "Science-Fiction Freak".

So I grab my Girlie, we snuggle under the covers of my bed and start watching.  Ricky Martin singing "Sexy and I Know It."  It was awesome.

Then there was a big long break and he wasn't on there, and I got kind of disappointed.  I wanted more bon bon shakin'.  My Vida was Loca and I needed to drink from his Cup of Life, but then Emma said that I shouldn't hog her fiance's nog and it all went to hell in hysterics.  

And then...Ricky Martin sang "La Isla Bonita" with the slutty chick and she was so bad.  But it was FREAKIN' AWESOME!  During the commercial break I came walking out to the living room with a huge, post-Big O. smile on my face.

"What?"

"Ricky Martin just sang Madonna!"

"So?"

"It was so AWESOME!"

"Whyyy?"

"Because Ricky Martin just sang Madonna!"

"Great.  Are we watching 'Fringe' now?"

"No.  It's not over yet.  How is Ricky Martin singing Madonna not the coolest thing ever?" and I salsa danced back down the hallway.

"You're a DORK!"

I walked back over and said, "Gleek."

"Oh my God...."

Of course, after the episode was over I told my son that I was kind of surprised that they did a whole Latin episode and they didn't do one Selena song.

"Selena Gomez is from Latin?"

Probably, yes....but soooooooooooooo No!

And P.S....Thank you and big Latin Lover love to the Sun Sentinel in Florida for posting Ricky Martin in Glee pics on their website so I could rip them off and put them on here.  I'll be searching for People Magazine next.  They archive their stuff right?  It's not too late to Google Search 'Sexiest Man Alive' for our next argument.

Bradley Cooper....Duende!!!!  That's how you say "uber-delish!!!" in Ricky Martin. 

Un!  Dos!  Tres!