Wanna know my dirty little secret?
I LOVE to watch Say Yes to the Dress! Seriously, I do.
I know its crazy. A girl in the midst of a divorce watching a show about happy young brides finding their perfect wedding dress.
Freud would love me...
Whatever, I always thought he was a weirdo anyway.
In my defense, I live with 2 boys who love to watch shows about zombies eating folks, Heroes saving the World/killing each other, mushroom clouds destroying U.S. cities, etc, etc..
And, ok, I like to watch most of them too, but after a while I need something to take my mind away from all the scenarios my boys' fave shows throw it into.
I find myself planning what we would do if our neighbors suddenly became Zombie Police Chief and Zombie Teacher. Scoping out which neighbors might make good allies. If they aren't infected by "the illness". How to get to Georgia, where my Godsister actually knows how to make food grow out of the ground, if a mushroom cloud hits D.C and wipes out all technology.
Or I dream about them. For example: Last night I dreamed my kids and I were chased into and trapped in a cave by somebody's zombie ex-husband.
Woke me up 30 minutes before my alarm. That is not cool.
So, if I need a little time with some Southern Belle brides and their Bridezilla wedding dress shopping, I think I've earned it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I just discovered my Bridezilla friends are on Netflix and Monte's getting ready to "jack somebody up".