If I Had My Own TV Show

Example #1,456,276 of why I think I am crazy.

After a stressful dinner, I found myself thinking about my life. And TV. And my life on TV. At first, I thought it might be a cross between 30-Minute Meals (that I can do in 20) and Semi-Homemade. I can do them in 20 because I use a lot of stuff that’s already prepared, but that’s beside the point. I am a fan of the Harris Teeter roasted chicken, in case you are wondering.

Then I had to admit that if my life WAS a TV show, it would certainly NOT be a show about cooking. If it was about cooking it would be me, on TV, cursing, and who wants to watch that? It’s my life and even I don’t want to watch it.

No, my show would be more along the lines of “Life in the Crazy House,” or “Going to the ER, Again,” or “Run Away… if you can.”

Today we had a heck of a day. Proceed with Caution!!

Work was, well, hard. I got a call letting me know that my FIL was in the ER (he’s fine, but managed to jump out of bed this AM, without breakfast, so he could respond to a Fire call (he volunteers) and proceeded to stand out in 100 degree heat without rehydrating which caused chest pains resulting in a 911 call – FROM THE SCENE) and Chip met him at the hospital resulting in a missed golf lesson, and while that was going on, my MIL and Aunt Mabel were home fighting because of a small hole in the tablecloth which made Mabe’s want to go home, except, according to my MIL, she IS home and has no other place to live, so get over it. (Note: as soon as I started that paragraph I decided to not apply any sentence structure or correct punctuation, because that’s how I feel. I'm all over the place. Sue me)

Anyway, the day is almost over. YAY! No more work for tonight. No more Facebook. Colleen, meet the couch. Peace out.