Did anyone record Desperate Housewives? Seriously. I need a copy of it. I had the TiVo set but Jeff decided he didn't want to record it, so he cancelled it. And I don't think it's on again this week. Even if it is, I don't want to wait.
If you have a copy of it, I will give you my mailing address, and I'll send you a present of thanks. You have my word as a blogger.
On the subject of TV--
Earlier today, I'm walking through my friendly neighborhood suburban SuperTarget, in an emergency run for birdfood (all out) and blue corn tortilla chips (so tasty), and I wander through the "menswear" section. And over to the left, between the racks of clothes most likely stitched together by children in some debt-burdened Third World country, I spot the mug of Manhunt's "already a working model/spy" Kevin P., standing in his skivvies.
It's pretty amazing I noticed, as I'm usually utterly oblivious to the outside world when I'm in Target, due to the overstimulation from so much stuff to buy, and the too-bright fluorescent lighting, and the prospect of Taco Bell from the adjacent Food Court looming in my future. How I love capitalism! But notice Kevin P., I did--and I simultaneously thought "Wow, good for him, he really does work..."
...as well as "Wow, that is the EXACT SAME facial expression he made in that last photo shoot he did. If he keeps making that facial expression, I'm going to stop watching that show, because it sucks enough as it is."
So of course I bought the drawers. This picture is the packaging from the plastic bag they came in. I tried them on, but I'm sorry to report that wearing this underwear did not give me 6-pack abs or shiny bronze skin. False advertising! They should have that disclaimer on there somewhere.