My husband was away on business earlier this week. Thankfully, this doesn't happen too often, but when it does, I find myself staying up way too late because I have trouble falling asleep when he's not around. My theory is that if I fall into bed completely exhausted, I won't be lying awake in the dark over-anaylzing every sound I hear.
I'm paranoid that way.
So, the other night, after I put the kids to bed, I sat down with my laptop and turned on the TV on for background noise.
But, I wasn't up for blogging that night. I was up for procrastinating. So, I started flipping through the channels and stumbled upon Rock of Love Charm School.
Klassy TV, I assure you.
As if watching Sharon Osbourne try to "class up" the women who were once vying for Bret Michaels' affections wasn't enough, I followed it up with the season premiere of The Pickup Artist 2. That's the show where "Mystery," the world's greatest pickup artist (don't ask me why, because really I don't get it -- they showed him "in action" and I wasn't impressed), shows socially backward men how to, well you know, get women.
You would think I surely would have hit my limit at that point, but no. I topped it all off with Paris Hilton is My New BFF.
Three hours later I peeled myself off the couch with a screaming headache and a nagging urge to shower.
There. I've confessed. I just had to get it out in the open.
Please tell me y'all have indulged in a little trashy TV every now and then.
I can't be the only one, right?