Arm Chair Detectives

We are armchair detectives My husband and I Yelling “lawyer!” When they put the suspect In an interrogation room, on TV We are no longer amazed when the perp turns into an automatic motor mouth Even though he was a tough guy a few seconds before, refusing to talk. We yell out who we think did it in a Competitive way, getting excited toward the end Right before the perpetrator is revealed. Shaking our heads, feeling superior, safe in the confines of Our Lazy Boys, we have become forensic experts. My husband is always amazed when my guesses are correct It is not that I am that smart, it is that I guess Everybody In a half hour, I have yelled out every single person’s name On the show Covering all my bases. Why he pretends to never catch on is anyone’s guess. Either he has never figured it out Or he does not care. Meaning we might stay married another forty-seven years.