I have not done anything wrong. If I had, I would have said, Barbecued! The Porkchop Roasts. Or something like that.

I was going to sit here and mock my co-workers for setting up a portable television so they could see the season finale of The Young and the Restless. Yes. You read correctly. I didn't even KNOW soap operas had seasons. I thought they were a never ending stream of bad acting that just kept going and going...

But. I cannot in good concience mock them, since I stayed up last night and watched ALL TWO HOURS of the USO tour. Yes. Your read that correctly. And at the appropriate moments, I was leaking tears. I cannot believe I just confessed that for the entire world to read. I was going to save that as my deep dark secret that I would only confess as a offical sign of trust. And when I was telling Joy this, she cheerily suggested I simply blog it. Therapy and all. So now I have to think of a new deep dark secret. And I might want to reconsider my watching habits.

The Porkchop is ROTTING. I was supposed to sit and make ascerbic comments. I was NOT SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.



So there you have it. I have bared my soul to you. Mock mercilessly.