It's Friday night, and I think my retinas are officially fried.
I have spent no less than 67 hours in front of a computer monitor this week, and I suspect that, in addition to the retina thing, I have a blister on my backside from sitting in this chair for so long. (I think I got up to go to the bathroom on Tuesday, but it's all just a blur to me now.)
Despite my near-blind state, I've been tooling around the Internet for the last two hours, visiting blogs, leaving comments (I know - unbelievable, right?), drooling over eye candy - stuff I haven't been able to do for the better part of a month. I am able to do this because Spouse is in the bedroom watching The News Hour and talking back to all the public officials who have outraged him this week.
I don't think he's shut up since it started.
Gigi is glued to the television. She has recently discovered Seventh Heaven and is clearly enamored, if her blow-by-blow recaps are any indication. I had never seen the show before but I'd heard it was Chock-full of Family Values. After watching about five minutes it was clear there was going to be A Moral, and the father was a minister who had managed to sire about a dozen children - all of whom were unrealistically polite to one another, and the house was very large, very nice and very NEAT.
I didn't know it was a fantasy program! BONUS!!!
Does anyone else appreciate the irony here?
Well, I hear the theme music for America's Funniest Home Videos. This means I need to go be with Gigi because she LOOOOOOOVES this show. She loves this show so much that she can't bear for anyone else to miss it - although I am allowed to avert my eyes when people go flying through the air until a tree stops them. Or drive their bicycles into suddenly opened car doors. Or jump right off the trampoline to land neatly on their heads in the rock garden. (I have tried to explain to her that she will not understand my aversion to injury until she's a mommy, but she's not buying it. But this is the child who finds the sight of a chair collapsing beneath a Shriner hysterical - especially when his little fez gets flattened.)
So I'm off, but I have plans for tomorrow!