Ben’s been working a lot over the last week or so because of a big project for one of his customers. This means a couple of things, one of which is that Ben’s not around in the evenings. This leads to a very unusual situation - after I tuck Sam into bed, I have control of the remote! Oooooh baby that’s an exciting thing when it happens as rarely as it happens in our household. Sam even calls the remote “Daddy’s remote!”

That doesn’t mean that I’m watching anything of value. Oh no. Last night I watched “Dancing With the Stars” which is total trash but hey, I got to see Jerry Rice dance a cha cha. Ok, I don’t really remember what type of dance it was but I do remember that he did surprisingly well.

I also saw that some channel is advertising “Skating With the Stars” which is a very frightening concept. I wonder if they’re going to show the bloodstained ice? Is this supposed to be the chick equivalent of hockey? Or is it to draw men to figure skating? I must admit I’m strangely intrigued by this concept.

Not only could I watch what I wanted, but also I could watch it at my preferred volume, many clicks lower than Ben’s preferred volume.

And when I was tired of TV I could turn off the tube and read without the TV in the back(fore)ground! Ah, simple pleasures.