But the Spousal Unit, he'll watch anything. Considers himself to be somewhat of an expert in the fine art of television viewing, he does.
It started out innocently enough. I'd wander into the family room to catch a few minutes of Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives with him. Then I'd find myself parking on the chesterfield to see who was going to be eliminated from the appetizer challenge on Chopped. The next thing I knew, I was waiting for Come Dine With Me Canada to come on.
But it gets worse.
It turns out that the Food Network is just a gateway channel. We have now crossed the line of good taste and solid judgment, and we are heading straight for the trailer park. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200. Storage Wars, Hoarders, and now Operation Repo are all proving to be disturbingly fascinating. Can the purchase of a family pack of Snuggies be far away?
And I know that I am never going to be able to break free as long as Sonia Pizarro keeps enchanting me with those fierce as hell chola brows.
Clearly I am doomed.