Tonight I am sitting on the couch next to my husband while he watches "original NCIS" (aka The Good One) and then the other NCIS, the one with LL Cool J (who, by the way looks like a GIANT next to poor Chris O'Donell). Seriously, how many versions of NCIS do we really need? The first one was acceptable, I see no reason to reinvent this wheel. But what do I know? I felt that way about CSI too... and CSI Miami... and CSI New York.... how many crime scenes can there possibly be to investigate, people?!
And that is why I can't wait for So You Think You Can Dance. It's the best show of the year. Pretty soon I will not have to stare at LL's gigantic bald noggin, because I will be in charge of the remote and my husband will be helping me decide who to vote for based on their performance in hip hop and contemporary. See the give and take we have in our relationship? It's a beautiful thing.
So what is the point of this post tonight?
I just got tired of editing photos. Which is the step I needed to complete before I could write a blog post. Even though I've watched the two-hour video twice, I'm still not great and my brain was starting to shut down. So I decided to write a post without purpose or pictures.
How'm I doing so far?
That's what I was afraid of.
I should have just gone to bed.