Decisions, decisions

Oh, how I love trashy TV, particularly when I'm enjoying a room service burger and ice cream sundae.

Decision House might be the most awesome show ever:

Therapist: Talk to each other about why you might want a divorce.
Aaron: I want to divorce you because you trapped me into having a baby.
Ruth: I want to divorce you because you drink and stay out until five in the morning with those hos.
Aaron: I want to divorce you because YOU'RE CRAZY!

Therapist #2: What might you use against each other if you go to divorce court?
Aaron: Well, you know, she's CRAZY. She's just mentally unstable.

I mean, if it's really real (which it sort of seems to be), then it's sad and horrifying. But boy, is it riveting and boy, does it make me feel lucky. And sort of superior. Perfect reality TV.

Irony

For my trip this week to D.C. (I'm en route now, sadly missing Halloween with the Smelmooo and Hot DogTucker, but happily having run into HYB in the Trenton train station!), I was able to get a loaner broadband wireless card from work for my laptop.

And although I'm not even in Delaware yet, I've been booted half a dozen times (nope, wait - 7). And each time I reconnect, up pops the little Verizon window, reminding me, "We never stop working for you."