Truth be told, I love to watch tv. It is my guilty pleasure. Between the Real Housewives of the OC, Miami, New York, New Jersey, Beverly Hills and DC, The Apprentice (from time to time), Say Yes to the Dress! and Househunters, some episodes of which I have seen three times, there's hardly time to engage in life's essentials, like ordering in Chinese food and thumbing my nose at authority.
But there's a true social utility to all this tv watching. For the sake of my career, I need to be able to engage in conversation around the
In any case, I've got to go now. You know why. And it has nothing to do with a scheduled C-section.