But it doesn't matter, because I know that my husband loves me, truly loves me. And if my husband ever has any question about how much I truly love him, he should now be convinced that my love knows no bounds because...
I have recorded both nights of American Idol and have not watched them yet!
Dan has been in Ireland all week and won't be back until Friday night. So I am waiting on him to return before I watch the shows.
He was in France on another business trip three weeks ago and I watched AI all by myself. Well, savored AI is probably more accurate.
I do love American Idol. I love American Idol the way I used to love Melrose Place and Beverly Hills, 90210, and Friends and Seinfeld. My devotion to the show is deep....I honestly don't think I have ever missed an episode. We used to record it on our VCR if we weren't going to be home.
Egads! Did she just say VCR? What's that?
Thank goodness we have a DVR now. I love the DVR.
Um, where was I?
Anyway, a few weeks ago, when he was he was gone I watched the show...both nights. It gave me something to do in his absence. When he got home he asked me if I had watched it. When I told him that not only had I watched it but that I had deleted it from the DVR I could tell he was a little dejected...or maybe he was a little annoyed. Whatever his emotion, I felt like a heel.
So I decided that I would show my true love and devotion for him and record the shows so that we could watch them this weekend together. That means I can't dish about AI with my BFF, my mom, or my friends on the blogosphere, until next week and well, by then, this week's episode will be so last week that it won't even matter.
Now if that ain't true love folks, I don't know what is.