Yahoo, Yoo-Hoo and Woohoo

There's a lot of talk going around lately about Yahoo. Since I'm so out of the loop most of the time with what's going on around me, I started checking out some of this Yahoo stuff. What I discovered from catching up on some of my reading and wandering into the forums, is that we AC writers are being adopted into the Yahoo family.

When I told the hubby the news, his reaction was "What does Yoo-Hoo want with a bunch of writers?"

"Not Yoo-Hoo, Yahoo," I replied. "Yoo-Hoo's that chocolate drink in a bottle. They don't have anything to do with writing. Yahoo's a big internet group."

"Do they make Yoo-Hoo?"

"Well, I don't know for sure, but I wouldn't think so. I don't know who makes Yoo-Hoo. Yoo-Hoo doesn't have anything to do with Yahoo. You're not listening to me." Why didn't that surprise me.

"I tried a Yoo-Hoo one time. Didn't like it. Why would you want to write for those people?"

"I'm not going to be writing for anybody with Yoo-Hoo, goob. Yahoo! Yahoo! Good grief." That what I get for interrupting him while he's watching "World's Dumbest Criminals." "Oh, forget it. I don't know why I try to tell you anything. Just finish watching your show."

"Oh, quit worrying over that Yoo-Hoo thing. I don't imagine it's going to make much difference to you anyway. They've never given Coke or Pepsi much of a run for the money."

At this point, I'm wondering how or why I even got in this mess. You'd think after all these years, I would know better, but no, every so often the rational part of my brain lets me down.

"I'm not worrying. I just thought you might be interested that your wife's future writing endeavors may change."

"What'd you say? I was watching that woman beat that guy over the head with a box of candy bars."

"Nothing, nothing. Just watch your show. I'm going to run down to the store for a few things. I'll be back in a bit."

I got my things together and headed to the car. As I opened the door to get in, I heard the hubby hollering from the back door. "Hey, if you're going to the store, bring me back a Yoo-Hoo. I'll give it another shot. I don't want to be responsible for harming your writing career."

I threw my hand up half in exasperation and half waving to let him know I heard him. As he started back in the house, I heard him singing, "Whoohoo for Yoo-Hoo." I just shook my head and cranked the car. If he had only been outside that door a little more....