If you don't like your husband, I have a suggestion: get him a TV. We have just completed a remodel of our tiny one-car garage. It used to be a dark junk repository. It is now a small, bright TV/guest room. We have not had a television for years, depending, instead, on our computer moniter and netflix for perfectly adequate access to media.
Now we have a TV. It is hugantic. The Man Who Lives In My House (I think he still lives here, anyway) disappears for hours at a time, particularly on weekend afternoons. I believe he is watching football.
It should be noted that I had NO IDEA that he had any interest in football in the first year(s) that I knew him. During our very newly married era I would notice the old hand-me-down black and white television would be turned on to football when I passed through the living room. I would snap it off (It had a dial! And knobs! Remember those?) and go about my business. Later I would notice it was on again.
"Why do you keep turning on the football? " I asked him.
"Well it's the Broncos." he aswered, as if this meant something.
I feel to this day that I was tricked, slightly. I was unaware that I'd married a sports fan. This would not necessarily have been a deal breaker, but it still rubs my fur the wrong way. Football. I'll watch if my kid is playing, but that's it. I've gone to superbowl parties, but I only stay long enough to eat a bunch of wings. Then I pretend I have a headache and leave.
If you happen to have a husband who needs banishing, a bigger TV might be a great solution! Unfortunately, I am fond of mine. I find I miss him. I don't expect him to help me hang up the Christmas lights. I know he thinks they are silly. I do hope he doesn't have the volume up so high that he can't hear my screams if I slip and fall off the roof. I guess he feels fairly confident of my safety, as it is flat. Still!