This is a “best of” blog post from 2016 when we played a round of The Newlywed Game with Miss Bee.  It’s pretty funny.  We hope you enjoy.  Oh, and there’s a Round Two you can find in the search menu.

I’m launching a new topic area to my blog I’m calling “Man Overboard” — a fresh perspective from the man of the house.  For my new readers, I refer to my husband as Mr. Bee.  I love all things bee — my name means honeybee.  I collect beehives.  I love when bees visit my garden.  He’s my head worker bee and my honey.  Man Overboard will give him the chance to guest host occasionally and weigh-in on topics.  I think it will be something fun to look forward to and, frankly, hilarious to hear his take on my blogging.

A few nights ago, at the dinner table, we got to talking about game shows. Much to my mother’s dismay the Newlywed Game was my fave.  She didn’t think talk like “making whoopy” was ladylike.  A close second was the $10,000 Pyramid (now it’s the $100K Pyramid.  Pish posh who wants to win just $10k).  Miss Bee had no idea what we were talking about, so we looked it up.

The show first aired in 1966.  Everyone recognizes the white lattice background with Bob Eubanks at the podium and his pencil thin mic and slicked back hair, the multicolored sheer curtains, and the swing in booths. The show probably kept the poster board companies in business with the handwritten signs on which each couple recorded their answers. Remember how the ladies would hit their husbands over the head with the poster if they got the answer wrong?

We laughed our way through dinner having her ask us questions.  It was fun for Miss Bee to see our responses.

Q.  If Momma could get rid of one thing of Daddy’s what would it be?

A.  Mr. Bee:  “old man jeans!”

A.  Me:  “dad” jeans  (we both answered correctly).  Mr. Bee never dresses himself.  I buy all his clothes, because if I didn’t he would wear old man jeans and a flannel shirt.  If you recall our first date post here, it isn’t a good look.  He’s only allowed to wear the old man jeans while working in the yard, but every once in while, they sneak outside the perimeter of the yard.

Q.  What your favorite color?

A.  Mr. Bee:  Momma’s favorite color is “Tropicana Fuschia.”

A.  Me:  Green is Daddy’s favorite color.  I have no idea what tropicana fuschia is, but it sounds pretty.  Give Pantone a call, Mr. Bee, they might want to hire you.  Actually, he is somewhat correct.  I love tropicana roses (orange with red tipped petals), and orange is my favorite color. I’m not sure about the fuschia.  I also like hot pink, and he uses the word fuschia to describe all shades of pink…

Q.  What’s a gift you’ve received from the other you didn’t care for:

Mr. Bee:  “Seed Thingy”

Me:  Seed Tins.  I swear we both answered this the same.  We high-fived. Before Miss Bee was born, I was on bed rest and on-line Christmas shopping was in its infancy.  In fact, when you placed an order on “dial up” not only did it take a year to go through, but it took just as long for the order to ship. I saw this cute little seed kit with labels and metal tins for storing seeds.  At the time, we had a pretty extensive garden and I had visions that Mr. Bee would love saving and storing his seeds to plant again and again. The kit is still sitting on his workbench, unopened.  I didn’t answer because I tell Mr. Bee what to buy for me.  So, I like everything he gifts me.

Q. Who takes longer to get ready?

A.  Mr. Bee: Oh, that’s momma for sure!

A.  Me:  Buzzer sound.  Nope, it’s Daddy.  He is as slow as dial up.  Him, “Well, I could get dressed, you just wouldn’t like what I pick out.  I like for you to pick out my clothes.”  Miss Phoebe concurred that he is slower than molasses.  He gets distracted easily.  And he does tend to mix patterns…

Q.  What color was the front door in your first home?

A.  Mr. Bee:  White

A.  Me:  Hunter green (who has a white front door?).  The funny thing is that this was his house when we got married.  Nope.  Always green.

Q.  What is your spouse’s most irritating habit?

A.  Mr. Bee: Not making the bed, interrupting….ugh…gosh, I don’t know there are so many things!

A.  Me:  Whistling through his teeth like a ventriloquist.  Next time you are at a party, ask him to do it for you.  He’ll love it.  He has quite the extensive library of songs to whistle. It’s quite the party trick.  People will say, “where is that whistling sound coming from” all the while he keeps whistling with a smile on his face.

Q.  What is each other’s favorite food?

Mr. Bee:  Momma likes Mexican food

Me:  Daddy loves Sushi.  Correct on both.

Q.  What’s something you can’t help doing?

Mr. Bee:  Momma scratches head when she’s frustrated.

Me:  Daddy stares into space with his mouth open.  Correct on both.

Q.  Who’s the better cook?

Mr. Bee:  Momma, because she can bake and has a broader range of skills.

Me:  Mr. Bee on the grill

These questions are all on the internet.  Give it a try with your kids.

P.S. No posters were made, nor where husbands harmed during this story.