Apparently I am addicted to reality television. The sound of Padma saying "Hands Up, Knives Down" makes me smile.
I watch the clock on Tuesdays, anxiously awaiting for that splendid 8:00 hour when Idol begins.
The beginning and finale of Survivor is a special event in the Cunningham household to be celebrated with Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Phish Food, of course.
I once wasted an entire Saturday on an America's Next Top Model marathon on Bravo. After about eight hours Garry made me change the channel, and so I had to look on the Internet to see who had won. It put a serious strain on our marriage. In my defense, I was already in bed because of the flu.
Though he watches most of these shows with me, Garry is puzzled and somewhat amused by my addiction. He thinks that I would watch a reality show about homeless men getting voted off their favorite park bench, and he might be right. Perhaps someone should pitch that to the networks.
6 comments:
Funny!
I love watching Idol.
I share in your addiction...."reality" shows are my vice too. I actually spent 2 hours yesterday watching Real Housewives of Orange County and New York...now that is a true sickness.
It's a good thing that you and Scott aren't married-there would be way too much reality tv. I do enjoy Project Runway and Top Chef.
Rolling on the floor laughing!! You guys are funny. The other day I got stuck on a "clean house" marathon . . . man they know how to grab you into the next show, there isn't even a commercial to give you a break!
Oh! The Housewives! I once got so caught up in a Housewives marathon -- Atlanta (curse Bravo!) that I went on the Internet to get more information about the women -- they were just so fascinating ;) Actually, I wanted to show Garry the picture of the woman who thought she was the next Faith Hill but couldn't sing a Middle C. Classic.
I share your obsession. It's strange to watch non-reality shows.
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