The Discovery Channel -- dangerous to my matrimonial health

My husband is gonna refuse to watch tv with me if I continue this...or he's just gonna smother me with a pillow the next time I open my mouth...

I was putzing around, getting kids to bed, etc. when I walked into our room.   I realized I was missing Dirty Jobs, just as Mr W pointed to the tv set.

"He's gonna sing,"  he said.

"Nah-uh,"  I said, as I spun to look at the screen.

(I'd mentioned to Mr W that I'd "heard" the host of Dirty Jobs was in theater or something previously, and that he sang.)

I giggled like a 11 year old, watching and waiting.   

Oh, good lord, he's making candy with a sweet little old lady.  They're talking about opera (here it comes) ...he's singing.  In Italian! Oooh, nicely done~~

I look at Mr W, who enjoys the show enough to overlook my silliness; who is wayyy too tolerant of me when it comes to my grinning at the tv screen.  I shouldn't push my luck, but of course, I can't help it.

As he finishes singing, I look at Mr W:  "I'm leaving you."

He flips me off. 

Which is his right, since I'm being an idiot.

The next part of the segment involved the host smearing chocolate on a table with his hands to make peanut butter cups.

This time, I was wise enough to say nothing.