As a special treat, the Friday Confessional is being brought to you by Big Daddy!
I Confess because of a recent slowdown at work I have been getting very good at Words With Friends during the workday. Oh, and Word Feud too (holla MiMiand Myya my IRL friends LOL)
I Confess I am a total news junkie. I read the newspaper front to back, I check news websites several times a day and watch the news on TV whenever I can wrestle the remote away from my beautiful wife, Mamarazzi, and Reality TV (more on that later).
I Confess I am feeling my age this week as I have begun training for the Napa Valley Ragnar Relay. I can totally feel my hips and back after sitting for a bit.
I Confess Camp Vasquez is my favorite week of the summer. I have already started plans for next year’s camp and cannot wait! I don’t know who has more fun, the kids or me.
I Confess that as much as I enjoy my job and love what I do, I have always wanted to be a radio talk show host. I also think it would be fun to co host a show with my beautiful and funny wife. We are awesome together.
I Confess that I love my wife. I think she is beautiful, smart, funny and has great taste and is overall a very classy woman.
Take all of that into consideration when I relay the story of walking in on her watching something very disturbing on television:
Every once in a while I will be brought out of a deep sleep with a plummeting blood glucose level. I woke up in a cold sweat, disoriented and shaky. I stumble down the hall to the kitchen intent on getting a snack.
As I round the corner I see my beautiful wife on the sofa, as I make eye contact I see the shame in her eyes. I do not immediately know the source of her shame until my eyes scan over to the television.
To my shock and horror I am confronted with a creature that defies description. It was orange, barely clothed and spoke an indiscernible dialect that vaguely resembled English.
My wife was watching JERSEY SHORE! Oh the disgrace.
She tried to switch channels, but the remote control failed her. As she franticly attempted to change the channel I put up my hand and told her it was too late, I had seen too much already.
Some things cannot be unseen. We have not spoken of the “incident” since that night. Some things are better just left alone.