The thing about Tivo is that instead of having 3 minutes here and there during which I can blog, I am compelled- no, obligated (hello I paid a huge wad of cash for this privilege) to zip though the commercials and back into the meat of the show.
Luckily we’re talking about network TV here, so I’m not exactly missing the fine plot points of Grey’s Anatomy here. Although I did just hear a character use the word “asshat”. I love that word.
Since going low-media, hours and hours of network TV is backed up on the Tivo. I scroll through the list every day but haven’t been motivated until today to sit down and give up some prime book time to the TV. The past couple of weeks have been so nice, so quiet, so filled with music and laughter and snuggles on the couch with the kids, that I’m almost resentful of the thing when it’s on.
Tonight though, I’m BEAT and I need to lose myself in impossibly hot doctors having impossibly frequent and excellent sex. Today I: drove an hour each way to pick up a bathroom vanity counter, scored a deal on hypoallergenic formula at Babies R Us where the cashier, bless her let me use like enough 3 dollar off coupons to make the formula free, picked up dinner for everyone, dropped off dinner, set back out to visit a yard sale from yesterday where I scored the Sunday price on HUGE terrarium and stand for TeenHer’s lizard. Major, major, major score, people. Merry Christmas TeenHer! So far I’ve bought zero retail, and everyone’s just about gifted. And then we went back out to Target to retrieve yet another yeast cream for BabyJ’s horrible rash and price terrarium accessories.
And when I got home and picked up my daughter, I felt the telltale heat of a fever. (101.9 degrees to be precise) So instead of thinking about the promise I made to take her to the library tomorrow and how I must break that promise now, instead of thinking about the dirty bottles in the sink and the basket of laundry at my feet and the dinner I don’t have the energy to eat, I’m going to talk to you for a minute in between important sex scenes, eat some ice cream poppers, and put off reality.
Wish me luck. I’m already making a mental list of Projects for the 5 day weekend.
Yuck to the fever, Yay to the great score at the yard sale, and HELL YES to putting off reality. I try to do that whenever I can and it definitely helps me stay sane.
I’m glad all is well- I wondered about you on Saturday (I think you just missed Monday too now LOL But hey, halfway through is really good! I’ll probably start missing some any day now- I’ve come veeeeery close a few times already.)
Oh good grief. See what happens when you stay up way too late every night? I see it says Monday on my computer up there in the corner, and I know I am up late, so I think that Monday must be over. ::MUST GO TO BED::
Sorry I accused you of missing 2 days. Heh.
hahahha! Don’t be hatin’. I saved a meme just for today.