Michelle likes to watch TV before she falls to sleep. I don’t. Michelle typically falls asleep six to eight minutes after selecting a show I have no interest in, and yet I am hooked. Last night true to course, Michelle climbed into bed and fumbled around with the remote until she landed on the Hallmark channel. I don’t know if you’ve ever tuned into the Hallmark channel, but unless you like programming written by and for housewives and lovelorn pre-teen girls, don’t bother. Last night was no exception. While Michelle slept soundly, I flipped around the channels between the seventies classic Carwash, a John Wayne western (it doesn’t matter which one, they’re all the same) and the stupidest made-for-Hallmark-sap-story ever written. What really made me nuts, is that I kept clicking back to see of old so-and-so was really going to run off and leave farm and family to the wolves and Indians. And when it was over, I was really fuming. What a stupid ending. Did the writer really think she could tie-up that many loose ends in the last three minutes? At least I was able to switch back in time to see John Wayne save the day, which was much more believable. Worst of all, I’m wide awake in the middle of the night, while Michelle sleeps soundly next to me. I really wanted to wake her up and give her a piece of my mind, but I was afraid she’d tune into something stupid and I’d be up another two hours.
If you’re new to my writing you may be confused by the random nature of my blog; me too. I tend to write about life in the present. I don’t have an agenda. I don’t have a cause. I’m just a guy working through life’s ups and downs one day at a time. Stop by from time to time and we’ll see where we end up together.
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