Just Heather

When you are going to be late, it is wise to call your wife immediately. This means when the clock strikes whatever hour you are to leave, and you find yourself still at work pick up the phone. Do not wait until the time which you normally arrive home to call and tell your wife you will be late. This would be obvious since you are not yet home.

By this time, your wife may already have:

  • opened the garage door for your convenience
  • lit candles in anticipation of your homecoming
  • hired a sitter for an hour so that she could greet you proper

Okay, so maybe I didn’t do all those things, but I could have!

I don’t watch much tv—really, I don’t. More accurately, I don’t let the tv rule my life. I do have quite a few regular shows that I record and watch when I can. I currently record and watch: CSI, CSI Miami, CSI New York, Crossing Jordan, West Wing, Desperate Housewives, Joey, and ER. That’s, what, less than 8 hours of tv? I’m sure I fall below average.

Unless we have to factor in sports. During NBA playoffs, I’m pretty much a slave to my television. Football season is easier—one Sunday a week I can work around. This week though we get the Monday Night Football game. I thought this would only present a slight problem. We’d have to watch an hour of the game from the smaller tv upstairs while CSI Miami records.

We don’t have a cool DVR that lets you record and watch something else. That would be too easy.

And—thanks to stupid network wars—it gets even worse tonight. CSI is airing a “super-sized” episode tonight from 8:30-10:00. Okay, so we watch halftime from upstairs too. No big deal. Until NBC decides to do a stupid crossover with some random show I don’t watch. Like you can solve a crime in Vegas without Gary Dourdan.

Here comes the bigger problem. To see the “To be continued” from last night’s Crossing Jordan, we have to tune in from 8-9 tonight. See how they go about screwing me?

Stacia: Remember when Brenia broke her leg?
Me: yeah…?
Stacia: How did that happen again?
Me: She and Mommy fell down the stairs together, remember?
Stacia: And you landed on her, right?
Me (trying not to let the guilt hit, again): Unfortunately, yes.
Stacia: And you’re huge!
(Mommy looks very hurt here)
Stacia: What?! I don’t mean you’re fat! But you are huge.

Thanks for clearing that up, baby girl.