Yes, my dear blog friends, I have a confession to make which will cause you all to comment on how twisted I am. You will remove me from your lists. I will no longer be your friend. I am hanging my head in shame.
Gulp...here goes: I am addicted to reality shows. Yes, it's true. I saw the light this morning when the local news show mentioned that the Jerry Lewis Telethon would start Sunday night. Sunday night! Argghh....Big Brother is on Sunday night. Oh no you didn't! I cursed Jerry Lewis! I ran for the remote and checked Sunday night's guide, pulse racing...sweet relief...it will still be shown. After all...it only comes on twice a week! That's when I knew. I'm am a reality show addict. I should have realized it long ago when my DVR was full of shows such as Big Loser, Project Runway, Shear Genius, and America's Top Model.
But...I'm not alone in my shame. 'Bama Girl is as much addicted as I. My DVR was also set to record What Not to Wear and Say Yes to The Dress. Oh my!, what she doesn't know is that I've had to remove those to save room for the others that we will watch together when she comes home. What am I saying? I've brought my sweet, innocent daughter into my world of disgrace. This has got to stop. Right after the finale of Big Brother. I promise. But wait...Wednesday is the premier of the new Top Model. I'll quit next season, really I will.
And...another confession: I'm messy and I have proof.
There's this mess.
And...again. Such a mess.
You see, I've been home alone all week...no husband, no kids...just me and the dog. Also, no vacuuming, no dusting, no groceries. I've played and now I've got to pay! So...my day is laid out for me: cleaning and grocery shopping! David comes home tonight and I think he'll notice if I don't do these things!
PS: Just heard from the Doctor...the 'spot' on my forehead was benign...Yay! Thank you for your support and prayers!