A little background: my husband has SAD (seasonal affective disorder). But he refuses to acknowledge this. It's just a weird coincidence that he turns into a mopey freakazoid this time of year EVERY year. That's all.
So fall comes, the rain starts, the gray days stretch on and all of the sudden, we're broke. Every year. Just as the holidays approach. And I say, "We're no more broke than we were in July when you bought the new big screen TV." But, no, we're broke NOW. And Christmas presents? Who needs Christmas presents. Our kids already have enough stuff, and so do all of our friends and family that graciously present us with gifts every year. Screw them all.
We've been doing this dance for 11 years now. Grumpy and sad fall turns into furiously fighting winter, turns into perfectly lovely holidays and everything is fine and, wham, the sun comes out again and life is good. EVERY FREAKING YEAR.
But this year is a little bit different. This year the man has gone completely apeshit and CANCELLED our satellite TV today. We talked about it yesterday but the thing is, WE TALK ABOUT IT EVERY YEAR but no one ever does anything. And now? My TV? It's just sitting here staring at me, all, like, what are you looking at, asshole, I'm dead.
Don't even ask about the children. The poor, poor children.
So if you see my friends Tim Gunn and Hiro Nakimoro and Dr. Jack and Hurley and Jack Bauer and, OMG, so many wonderful friends that I have in TV land, please tell them all that I love them all and I'll be back soon.