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I'm pretty sure tonight's episode of CSI: NY was the most alarming television show I've watched in a while. There was definitely gasping out loud on at least two occasions. I mean, I'm pretty blase about all my dead people shows, because, let's face it, they are all basically the same six plots. (With special Law and Order twists!) But my description of it to my dad was decidely Lemony Snicket-esque:
The following things were involved in this episode: An angry Irish gang. A LOT of cocaine. Instant messaging. Laser-triggered homemade bombs. Duct tape. An alarmed coronor. Sneaking around. Adorableness (Awww.). Fake gas leaks. Many costume changes. And plane tickets.
I needed a fun show to watch today. Half my kids took brat pills today and were not all about the reading. An exchange with my mom when I got home:
her: How was your day?
me: Nrgg.
her: Well, it was probably better than yesterday right? Did anyone throw up?
me: No. Oh, wait. Yes.
her: Have some beer.
(Though, to be fair, yesterday the kid who threw up did so while in the process of me getting her to not choke to death, so it really was the preferred outcome given the situation.)
I cannot wait for the weekend.
The following things were involved in this episode: An angry Irish gang. A LOT of cocaine. Instant messaging. Laser-triggered homemade bombs. Duct tape. An alarmed coronor. Sneaking around. Adorableness (Awww.). Fake gas leaks. Many costume changes. And plane tickets.
I needed a fun show to watch today. Half my kids took brat pills today and were not all about the reading. An exchange with my mom when I got home:
her: How was your day?
me: Nrgg.
her: Well, it was probably better than yesterday right? Did anyone throw up?
me: No. Oh, wait. Yes.
her: Have some beer.
(Though, to be fair, yesterday the kid who threw up did so while in the process of me getting her to not choke to death, so it really was the preferred outcome given the situation.)
I cannot wait for the weekend.