Sunday Nights with Bob Saget

There are things that we hold onto from our childhood that probably aren’t nearly as cool as we thought they were back them. Like Fun Dip or cannon balls. They really aren’t that exciting, but we remember them so fondly. Who doesn’t want to revisit their youth and play with a My Little Pony or a slap bracelet?! Who am I kidding, slap bracelets are still cool! Except when the fabric starts to tear and the sharp metal pokes you and gives you tetanus.

One of my favorite memories as a child was our Sunday night routine. For a few years, each Sunday night was the same. My mom would make a pan of nachos and we’d sit in front of the television and watch Superman and America’s Funniest Home Videos. This probably explains my love for Dean Cain. And melted shredded cheese.

My sister sent me a message om Sunday night with a picture of a pan of nachos. It read, “Sunday night nachos. Times have changed a bit… I’m drinking a beer.” I was consumed with nostalgia. I love the feeling of  everything changing but a few things, somehow, remaining the same. (I wish it could be my hair color that stayed the same, things aren’t quite as fun with gray hair.)

Little has changed at our household either. I still love America’s Funniest Home Videos. I’ve seen most of the episodes, but that doesn’t make it any less hilarious. Stephen and I can watch that show and laugh until we cry. One of our favorite segments is Tom’s Home Videos. They put Tom Bergeron’s head on the victim’s body and make all of these exaggerated faces. I’m sure that if I had a sense of humor that was more mature than that of a ten year old girl, I wouldn’t find it nearly as funny. But I’m just that simple. And a Tom Bergeron bobble head crawling in a sprinkler is hilarious to me.

Last night as Stephen was setting up my new laptop, we were watching a rerun of the 300th episode. They pulled out the best videos for this episode. They have this segment on there called The Naughty Files. It’s a bunch of videos that are gross or semi-inappropriate. Babies projectile vomiting, a dog’s butt tightening each time he barks, a monkey getting…excited… with a zoo-goer, etc. I always think it’s so funny that people have their video cameras around to catch these things. I bet I could get some great stuff if I was just prepared for it.

Last night we would have had our very own contribution to The Naughty Files. As I was making dinner, I heard that Stephen got a phone call. He walked outside and was pacing up and down the walkway while he was talking. He came inside and continued to play around on my computer. All of a sudden, it hit me. He was wearing a button down and his boxers. Oh how I wish I could hear the neighbor’s talking. “You know that house that used to have the nasty cherub statue in their front yard? Yeah, well its gotten worse. The man of the house was walking around outside in his underwear. In broad daylight. He was on the phone. And pacing. I’m sure the HOA would love to hear about this.”

Excuse me while I go bake some goodies for the neighbors in an effort to keep them from reporting my husband for indecent exposure. And I think I’ll head to the store and pick up a video camera. I’m just one random comment away from being a $10,000 winner.