I had a fabulous weekend, starting with my early-off day Friday. So fabulous, in fact, that I don't want to write about it right now because I need to go to bed. Just when I sat down to write this earlier, I heard SuperNanny come on TV, and had to rush out to watch it. Is that the saddest thing you've ever heard?

For some reason, I love the family reality shows more than anything on TV right now (except Arrested Development, but I'm watching that on DVD, so it doesn't count.) I love Trading Spouses more than I can tell you. Did you see that uptight woman get the smackdown from her husband tonight? Oooh, you better believe that Brad and I were dialing each other's cellys right at that moment (he was at the studio - sometimes he leaves the TV on if he's cleaning, and if Trading Spouses is on. But don't tell anyone.) When he picked up the phone, I was spelling out "D-I-V-O-R-C-E" while he was yelling, "That's what's up, that's right!" (Or something to that effect.)(Sometimes I have to make this stuff up, for entertainment/my failing memory's sake.)(Oh, I'm just kidding. I don't make it up at all. I just... accentuate.)(And really, it's not accentuating so much as it's telling you how I experience things, you know. Kind of like reality, but with a little tweaking, like when you move the antennas on the TV so that the picture comes in just a little bit clearer. Like that. Oh, wait, I'm the only person left in the world without cable. Well, think back to how you watched TV in 1982, and then you'll understand.)

Without fail, at the end of every family reality TV show, like Trading Spouses or Nanny 911 (Nanny Stella is totally my favorite), I cry. Right when the nanny says her goodbyes or when the trading families are reunited, I start bawling. Everytime, without fail. It's pretty cheap therapy, don't you think?

Also, because my new TV obsession is family reality, I've laid off on the Bachelor and Bachelorette. I didn't watch the last Bachelor at all, except for the last episode, because I needed to see if Mary from Big Head Bob's season got dumped again. If she did, I was considering writing her a consolation letter, and send her $15 for one therapy session's co-pay. Regardless, the Bachelorette came on tonight, and I barely watched 15 minutes of it, and didn't develop any vested interest in the season, except for maybe the crazy French guy. He may get me to tune in next week. But overall, the dating reality and competitive reality shows are not even close to as interesting as the family reality shows. I like to think that the family reality shows are more real, not as contrived. Hence, real tears every week.

If you're keeping up, what I've essentially just told you is that I watched three hours of television back to back tonight. After the weekend I had, I totally deserved it. And I vacuumed during the commercial breaks, so there.

Another Monday down. Woo!

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