Batter up!

     Its hard to watch TV and write at the same time, but I'm willing to give it a try.  Rob is at softball, and I think its the last softball game of the year.  He said something about it being the championship when he left, and I said something to the effect of "ok, hon' whatever, bye!"  I encourage and support his softball and yoga hobbies, and I tolerate his political news addiction, but deep down inside I hate softball and stupid yoga.  I'm alone in this house all day (except for the kid and the cats and the dog) and I want all his undivided attention when he comes home, unless its divided with chores that make my life easier, and even then I still want all his attention.  He's going to come home, scarf something down (score one for me, though, I don't have to make dinner.  I, myself, had tuna salad on some lettuce) take a shower, say how wiped he is from his game, yawn a little, then go to bed and make me wait until tomorrow to watch a West Wing episode on DVD.  AND! I can't watch West Wing tomorrow because of the Vice Presidential Debate (which is going to be so delicious)!  

     Sitting on the couch with a glass of wine (or two, or three) and watching something good on TV with Rob in the evening is what I look forward to all day.  I can't watch West Wing during the day because Rob wants to watch, too; I actually try not to watch TV during the day, only when I'm sick and its Tori and Dean.   

    God, I'm obnoxious.