Well thank you very much, America. You made me remember why I hate reality television. You see, I just don't think you're smart enough to make good decisions, and when you vote on something, you usually get it wrong.
Case and point - American Idol last night. Pia Toscana sent home because there was no save left after the judges kept Creepy Casey a few weeks ago. I'm sorry. I realize I'm probably stepping on a lot of toes belonging to Casey fans, but if I wanted to hear that much growling I'd just hang out with my dogs right after they come inside, chasing each other around and wrestling. It sounds about the same. Needless to say, Nate and I were quite indignant after last night's episode. Pair that with this week's heartbreaking Biggest Loser, and, well... We just need to stop watching so much television.
I mentioned to Nate a week or two ago that we should start living a more active lifestyle, and I'm now praying for a jogging stroller (for me) and a bike (for Nate). We have to start setting a good example for Milo now, and I don't want him watching a lot of (or any) television as he grows. Nate answered me with a deep sigh, and that's about as far as it went. But I know where he's coming from. I get up and run in the wee hours because there's a good chance that I won't do a thing at the end of a long day, and Milo's only 3 months old. Imagine how I'll feel when I'm chasing him around the whole time!
And speaking of Milo, check out this little honey on his tummy. Too cute for words.
So to recap...
I hate American Idol.
Nate and I need to get our lazy behinds off the couch.
My son is adorable.