"Jim and Jo"

My husband's side of the family is notoriously loud. I don't mean a little loud ... they are very loud. When there are family get-togethers, you almost need earplugs. My father-in-law is now hard of hearing so the "normal way of speaking" is to yell.

As my husband and I venture into our senior years, we often laugh about how we are becoming the new "Jim and Jo" of the family. For instance, last year he wanted me to cook venison for him for dinner. Now I do not like hunting, will not eat it but will cook it for him on occasion. I had told him to get some from the downstairs freezer for me to cook. I was upstairs later that evening and yelled down the stairs, "Alan did you get the venison?" He yelled back, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat ???? Did I take my medicine?"

Something tells me that we are seriously the new "Jim and Jo".