The wife insists on watching the weather on the news every night.

Which I find kinda strange, since she's inside all day. Me, the guy who works outside much of the time, pretty much doesn't care, and deals with whatever the weather decides to deliver. Only time I want a peek ahead is when I'm supposed to fly.

Now, our local news channels are probably some of the smallest in the country. The place many young new reporters come to get their start, cut their eye teeth, so to speak.

Even more so on the weekends, when the second string gets their chance to be on air. And the newest of the new always seems to have to start with the weekend weather, hoping for a chance to advance up to Sports.

So maybe we should not have been surprised Sunday night when the cute blonde started off warning us about the change in weather coming up early in the week, when we have a "cold cunt"... ummm, "cold front" coming through.

The wife turned to me, stunned, before breaking out laughing. "Did she really say that? On the air?"

Yes, she did.

To her credit, the tyro newscaster recovered well, although her almost-breaking-out-laughing smirk was there all the rest of the way through the weather.

Perhaps funniest, though, was the guy who followed doing Sports. Who e-nun-ci-at-ed every word he said ex-treme-ly carefully.