So, today's been a pre-NaNoWriMo day; doing laundry, getting ready for the potluck kick-off party tonight, and trying to keep my fingers out of Word until midnight.
I flipped the TV on to keep me company (RCC's at work, so no freaking NASCAR or football!) and found some shows that I had heard about, but had never seen. I've wasted the afternoon oddly fascinated by Swamp People on the History channel and Sister Wives on TLC.
First, Swamp People. They've actually made a TV show about 'gator hunters. Those ole boys are some tough old coots. And then there's the idiot son who keeps forgetting to load his gun. Really? You've got an angry gator on a hook and you freaking forget to load your gun?! Hell, I wanted to take him out behind the woodshed for that. And it didn't happen just once. Oh, no. He "forgot" multiple times. Ugh!
And Sister Wives. Man, I have often said I need a wife to do my cooking and cleaning and laundry and haul the kids around. Sounds good, right? I'm not so sure the cost is worth it. I don't play well with others as far as my husband's concerned. Even though I'm not the jealous sort, I'm also not the sharing sort. It's easy for me to not be the jealous sort when I *know* my husband is coming home to me and only me. I'm thinking that if I had to share, it wouldn't last very long and I'd be posting this blog from the old cross-bar hotel.