So, I got rid of my fake nails. They were just irritating me to the point of distraction. When I went into the salon, the nice lady tried to talk me
out of it. But I was like: You don't understand. I haven't been able to TEXT
FOR LIKE A MONTH! Who lives like this????
So, that was that.
Now I can floss my teeth without stabbing my gums or lacerating the
inside of my cheek. Most importantly, my real nails do a better job
scratching itchy backs. At least, that's what Matt says. He should
know. I scratch his back every single morning.
Anyway, moving on. We sat on the couch, eating pie and watching The Bachelorette. You know, it's called Date Night At Home.
"We need to stop eating pie," Matt said.
"I know."
But we kept eating pie.
"This is a stupid show," Matt said.
"I know," I said.
But we kept watching.
"Instead of fantasy dates, they need to spend a week at our house," Matt said.
I laughed so hard, I almost choked on my pie.
"Anyone
can have a good time repelling off the Bonaventure hotel," Matt said.
"But can they change diapers, supervise homework, cook meals and STILL
wanna go to bed together?"
Good point. Except, I think THAT reality show is called Survivor.
On to Jon & Kate Plus 8. I admit, I was hoodwinked. I wanted to believe Kate budgeted and saved and scrimped. Now we find out that she was given all kinds of free stuff, that each episode revolved around what Kate wanted–washing machines! trips to the museum! food! tummy tucks! hair plugs! And somehow, she thinks she has excellent parenting advice to give? How sad. I wish TLC would pull the plug on the show. It just feels wrong to watch this train-wreck.
The Duggars: Boorrrrriiiing. Not even spunky cousin Amy can rescue this show. I think the novelty and shock value of "how do they raise 18+ kids?" has worn off. Now we're left watching Jim Bob schlepp the kids to the dentist. FUN! But I would certainly listen to their parenting advice over Kate Gosselin's, wouldn't you?
