Chicken person came from here
Poor Dave. But he had his chance.
Two years ago, when I first started this blog, my second post was about visiting a nude beach. Dave was concerned that his family might read it and asked me to write something else. My response was to burst into tears and sob, “If I can’t blog about nudity, I can’t blog about ANYthing.” So he gave in.
He’s been regretting it ever since.
Unlike those nice bloggers who kindly disguise their husband’s name, I put it right out there: DAVE. You could probably Google “JD’s husband Dave” and figure out his identity. (Wait! Let me try it . . . eh. No.)
Dave has provided a lot of delicious blog fodder. I’ve shared with you the story of his weird choking allergy, how he rudely ate half a donut, his inexplicable Pie Rage, his preference for cheap ice cream, his refusal to say “Bless you” after I sneeze. And, yes. I’ve even shown you his snail.
So today’s post about embarrassing Dave centers around his recent statement:
I just want to hold the Gilligan’s Island DVD in my hands.
Men, if you’re married to a blogger, be careful about making such statements.
To fulfill Dave’s dream, we went to Half-Price Bookstore, where I snapped up some cheap books and Dave spent an unseemly amount of time agonizing over Season 2 or Season 3 of Gilligan’s Island. He had visited the bookstore previously but came home empty-handed. This time, however, after holding it in his hands, he purchased Season 2.
Once home, we parted ways for the evening. He to nap downstairs and me to ignore the growing pile of half-price books on my shelf to watch Real Housewives of New Jersey.
“Are you going to watch Gilligan’s Island?”
“No, I want to be alert.”
Later, I joined him for a few minutes of Gilligan-Fest. It was the one where the native family wants Gilligan to marry their ugly daughter. Boy, that Skipper really overacts. This isn’t vaudeville, Alan Hale Jr. Why did I ever have a crush on the Professor? OK, Ginger really IS sexier than Mary Ann. Mr. Howell: kind of hot?
I could only take about 5 minutes. Gilligan’s Island has not stood the test of time for me. But Dave enjoyed watching several episodes in a row.
The next morning he delivered a monologue on one of the episodes:
It was the one where there was a space probe headed for Mars and it accidentally lands on the island and Gilligan left open the pot of glue and everyone got all covered in glue and then they ran into the supply hut and got covered in feathers and mission control saw these people running around covered in feathers and thought they’d discovered the Chicken People of Mars.
I stared at him for about three seconds, then turned to my laptop.
Oh, Dave. How I love you. You and your delicious blog fodder.
- Which of your childhood TV shows have stood the test of time?
- Who else *hearts* Dave for being such a good sport?
- Chicken People live among us!