on shameless TV addictions (oh, yeah, and the Fourth of July, too)...
Does anyone else have a morbid fascination with the show To Catch a Predator? Well, I do. (It's right up there with Intervention. Although, with that one, I usually spend most of the show in tears, feeling completely depressed. Sometimes I don't get myself, and why I do anything I do.) So, To Catch a Predator. It's one of those shows where it's on and I'm all, "I haaavveee to waaatcchh thiiis. Caaannn't stooop. Woah. Did that guy just walk into the house naked? No freaking way! Chris Hansen, avert your eyes!"
Well, anyway.
My husband and I apparently need to cut back on our fix, because yesterday we kept bringing To Catch a Predator references into normal conversation:
me: "Jay, didn't you say you were going to take out the trash?"
Jay: "No. No, I never said that. Look, I'm just here to talk, I wasn't going to do anything else, I swear. Just talk."
me: "Well. You're free to leave, unless you have anything else to say to the cameras."
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Jay: (following anything I deny) "Hmmm. Well, now. According to this transcript, we have you saying..."
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Jay: "It's in your car, right?"
me: "Well, yeah. I mean, sure, there is some rope and duct tape and...whipped cream, and stuff. It's for my job, though. My job, I swear!"
Well, we find it hilarious, anyway. That show is addictive. I dare you to watch an episode and not fight the urge to slip a transcript reference into normal conversation! I dare you!
So, in other news, our Fourth of July was a good day. I spent the morning cleaning the duplex (even vacuumed the corners of the carpet - go me!) and Jay was off work at 2PM. When he arrived home, we decided to go for a bike ride to the beach. The close beach. Not the one that is nineteen miles round-trip, thank you very much. It was a perfect day for a bike ride, and I enjoyed it even more so because Jay wasn't riding half a mile ahead of me the whole time (which I've grown used to, being a slow-poke). He rode at my speed the whole time, so we were able to chat and laugh together. I hope he realizes how much I appreciate things like that.
We arrived at our favorite beach town, which was incredibly crowded. We ended up getting a table at our go-to taco place, Taco Surf, for a pitcher of Bud Light and a fiesta platter. Hey, a couple has to do something to reward themselves after a bike ride in the sun, no? We walked along the shops for a while, then decided to head home before the sun set. Once home, we enjoyed a rousing game of Scrabble (remind me to NEVER PLAY GAMES WITH MY HUSBAND because the man CAN'T NOT WIN and P.S. I'M A SORE LOSER) then went to bed before 10pm. Both of us had to be up at 4:30am for work, so the closest we got to fireworks was spoonage while we fell asleep to the sounds of fireworks (or gunshots, because is there really a difference?) throughout the neighborhood. (I swear, we live in a safe city. But who really knows with California.)
God bless America.
And now I'm going to get down with my bad self, shamelessly enjoying a breakfast of McDonald's iced coffee (with caramel!) and sausage egg McMuffin with cheese. Healthy? What? Don't talk to me.











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