Friday, February 5, 2010
When I was a kid, I spent my Friday nights eating Lays potato chips with a side of Oreos watching The Brady Bunch and The Partridge Family.
Later, in high school and college, I was too busy using mind-altering substances (and then eating Lays potato chips with a side of Oreos) to watch tv. I was making my own entertainment; some of which was award-winning, most of which were boring repeats.
Then, I got married and had kids and my Friday nights blended into every other night which meant eating Lays potato chips with a side of Oreos and falling asleep before prime time.
Now, with my kids old enough to entertain themselves and my husband busy somewhere else in the house with his own version of Friday night entertainment (hmmmm) my idea of a perfect evening is to curl up ALONE in a hot bath with a glass of merlot and watch missed episodes of Cougar Town.
Now it's wine instead of junk food. And TIVO instead of TGIF but you do see the similarities, right? What goes around comes around.
Anyway, I HATED Cougar Town in the beginning. I told everyone who'd listen that it was so obviously a man writing about what he thought a middle-aged woman would do and think and not really what we middle-aged woman would do and think. AND THEN months later, out of boredom, I tuned in to some later episodes and... NOW I'M HOOKED.
It's my dirty little secret (shhhh....). I LOVE THIS SHOW. It's like candy without the cavities. Tonight, I sat in the tub for over an hour, blissfully alone, shriveled, pruned, buzzed, and laughing out loud.
Okay, I'm pathetic. Fine. I admit it. But the damn show makes me laugh. And you have to admit Courtney Cox looks damn good at her (my) age. And thus you think it's a total guilty pleasure, it has taught me one valuable lesson - to keep away from the botox seeing as when they smile, Courtney and Krista Miller can, for a fleeting moment, bring to mind those disturbing, life-size plastic dolls.
Anyway, now that I'm done watching sexy people, wearing sexy clothes, and cracking sexy jokes, I'm going to go look for my husband...
Could his/my Friday night get any better?
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