Okay, I've been watching WAAAAY too much television. My blog has suffered, along with the housekeeping, socializing and various other aspects of real life. But, what's a gal to do?
Here's the deal: for YEARS I've made fun of people who were glued to their TV sets on Tuesday and Wednesday nights watching American Idol. And don't let me get started when they talked about it at work like it was reality. I hooted, I hollered, I doubted. (Shaking head slowly...) Then last year, my family's addiction to AI became even stronger watching Carrie Underwood win. I watched a few shows last season, never expecting to really care one whit this year.
Brother, was I wrong. From the very beginning this season I have been hopelessly transfixed. American Idol should come with suitable warnings about its' power to addict. Now that my favorite Elliott has gone home, I'll still watch. But don't expect me to watch next year. It's too big of an investment.
