Welcome back to reality Whit. While it would have been hilarious, you are not going to see the Maury Povich show. You could not stay away from that last George R.R. Martin book for more than a week, no matter what you said. You were also not able to go to a concert on a Wednesday night this week, even though they are one of your favs: http://wp.me/pROJ9-eE
You must accept it. Your body and mind only allow so much. Instead you are staying at home with your nose in that book about dragons and fighting with Home Depot who are finally after a freaking month coming to drop off the wood to finish your floors this weekend. You will not, however, be watching tv because your first grown-up 55 inch flat screen blew out after five months. Really Samsung? So I will be calling the Samsung tech for the 50th time because they have still not made an appearance. No Xbox, no Yo Gabba Gabba, no Real Housewives, no fun for anyone. This was our first major appliance in our home and I don’t think we can ever go back to a smaller tv. We’re spoiled now. My husband certainly won’t be able to blow up zombies, or whatever else he’s blowing up in those games of his on a regular tv now.
Speaking of my husband, he asked me this morning if the Spice Girls were ever coming to DC. So today is a weird day. Maybe I’m not on Planet Earf after all.