TURN THE TELEVISION DOWN

Lou has been after me lately to turn the volume on the television in our bedroom down. I like listening to ESPN in the shower -- what can I tell you. In order to hear it, I have to turn it up really loud. Unfortunately I'll forget to turn it down before I turn it off. When Lou turns it on, it almost blasts her out of the room. I'll admit I haven't given her request very much attention. But all that changed today when I read this newspaper article:

A horrifically terrifying woman admitted yesterday that she stabbed and killed her husband because he turned up the volume on a Dallas Cowboys game. The woman, ironically-named Kimberly Shanks, said her husband turned up the volume "knowing it would keep her awake." She then went into the kitchen, got a knife, and "tried to stick the knife in his heart." She then proceeded to run into a neighbor's yard, pick up a big rock, and whack him on the back of the head with it. Then she stabbed him some more.

There were too many similarities to be ignored. I have a wife who is irritated with the loud volume. I love to watch the Cowboys play with the sound up. We have knives in our kitchen. And our neighbor has a big rock in his yard. I'm not taking any chances. Sorry about the television volume babe -- I'm turning it down now.