Next weekend we document our Activia challenge.

Well, I'm sitting here watching one of my favorite movies, Napoleon Dynamite, while Hubs snoozes on the sofa.

This is our nightly ritual. Hubs puts in a movie or a Seinfeld DVD with the intent to stay semi-conscious, I curl up with the laptop to blog, then peer over the top of the screen to see Hubs asleep before the opening theme song ends.

This is where I take advantage of my close proximity to Hubs (how can you ignore a source of such good material.)

Saturday was when Hubs discovered an old cap, and yes, I said cap, in his closet. It is a tan baseball cap he received free for coaching soccer with an Alabama recreational department. That alone makes this funny, but the story doesn't end there.

He and Daughter attempted to go to a rodeo (explanation to follow) and he wore his cap. He came home and left in on all day. Inside.

At one point I looked over the laptop screen and saw Hubs wearing his rec. department cap, lounging on the sofa, and watching Matlock or something. I emailed Nancy to tell her that Hubs had suddenly become Paw Paw.

That's when I decided to clean out his closet and remove all of his pleated pants and tube socks.

Now I'll explain why they attempted to attend a rodeo.

I had plans with a friend on Saturday, so Hubs and Daughter were on their own. The annual rodeo was in town and they decided they would go.

I got online and checked the local paper for a schedule. I knew I had read the schedule earlier in the week. So, I did a search on the paper's website and found an article listing all of the rodeo's activities, including some super fun kid's rodeo activities for Saturday afternoon. I shared the times with Hubs and they were all ready to go.

A few minutes after I got home, Hubs and Daughter drove up in the garage.

"How was it?" I asked.

"There was nothing there," Hubs said, "there was a huge sign but nothing going on."


"Well, that's weird," I said as I looked at the newspaper article I had printed out.

I pointed to the schedule and said,"Look. It was supposed to be today, Saturday, at 1:00."

Then I handed the printed article to Hubs for him to read.

He looked it over, handed it back to me, and said,"This article was written in 2006. We were only four years late!"

Dang.

While I did my search, I didn't bother to check the dates on the articles that popped up. As it turns out, the kids' rodeo activities for THIS YEAR were earlier in the week and the only thing left for Saturday was the adult competition.

So, as you can see, Hubs is not the only source of good blog material in this household.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to run to the drug store. Maw Maw needs a new pair of reading glasses.