So we get back from "date night," flop on the couch in a tired but 'Hey, the kids are asleep' kind of way and flip on the television.
Saturday Night Live is on, and, writers' strike or not, it's been like a zillion years since either of has seen that show's late night shennanegans so it's all new to us.
Now, if you had been at our house around 11:30 Saturday night, this is what you would have heard ...
Skit one: Ha.
Skit two: Um ... whatever
Skit three: Silence
Skit four: ? ... more silence
And then this
It must have been the absurdity and the music that made this (extremely low-brow) bit funny, but I hated myself for the uncontrolled laughing.