Confession time, folks. Every Wednesday night, like clockwork, I put my sweet littles to bed, wave bye-bye to my hubby and walk out the door to a world of deceit, deception, obsession, lust and even gluttony. I giggle a little as I escape into the dark night, feeling a slight thrill that I am off on my own, escaping a house of wriggling children, dirty dishes and work. Stifling the nervousness that inevitably comes from being out on my own and fearing that they, my children, might found out and I’d feel the inevitable “mother’s guilt” overwhelm me, my car guides me effortlessly to my destination. I quickly park my car and hop out and rush into a home already warm and waiting, the occupant inside inviting and welcoming, waiting for me to arrive anxiously. I open the door in greeting, quickly kicking off my shoes and rushing into the room where my secret awaits.
The TV channel is turned and wrapped in the warmth and welcoming atmosphere, I settle into the comfort of my mother’s couches where she and I settle in for an hour of pure joy: watching The Biggest Loser on NBC.
My secret is out and now that it’s out, I cannot contain myself any longer. I MUST talk about it. Can you believe ERIK??? Voting out his pal; meanwhile, Wylie is just such a poor sport that I secretly hoped for him or Adrian to be gone for their boohoo, “woe is me” attitudes. And the look on poor Marty’s face as he realized that Erik, his pal, his fellow blue-team member, was ousting him from certain victory! Agh!
The only good thing was at the end when they do the recap and show the progress of the ousted house member, Marty was SMOKIN’! Yay for Marty!
Now, onto hoping and wishing that perhaps Kai will win.
I wait with bated breath for Wednesday to come…