and i thought it couldn't get worse...
so the lifetime marathon finally ended but i won't say for the better. divorce court...sigh. who was the first person to think "hey...instead of just getting divorced like normal people, lets go on national television!! we can have our fifteen minutes of fame and millions of people will be entertained at the same time!!" stupid...stupid...stupid.... if you're divorcing your husband because he can't cut an avocado properly, do the rest of us a favor and don't opt for the televised version. find a lawyer. he'll draw the papers up for you. sign them in the privacy of your own home. i'm going to look for a sledge hammer.
cooties & satellites
our house was ravaged by some flu like virus this weekend. i was the fortunate one of the crew in that i was only down and out for a day. however, having said that if i have to continue to endure the torture that's broadcasting from the television, i may have to admit myself to the hospital. for 3 whole days i've been subjected to the lifetime network...movies for women my arse. i wouldn't want to know the women that live for the dribble they air on that channel. none of the women in this house like it. but my stepfather??? apparently he loves it. go figure that one. so if any of you out there have any ideas on how to interrupt the satellite signal, drop me a line. i'd be very appreciative.