Sitting here watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. I never watch this show because it's WAY too emotional for me. I cry at the drop of a hat, so I'd rather just avoid extremely emotional shows. For some reason my strong and silent husband settled on Extreme Makeover instead of the usual sports show or documentary, so I've been crying off and on for almost an hour. I don't think I can finish it. Of course the strong and silent husband is sitting on the other couch eating pizza, dry-eyed.
Oh, crap, here I go again.