happy home maker's mark

gee... i sound like a f'ing martha stewart wannabe from my last two posts... meanwhile my roommate is galavanting around town like a modern day great gatsby! my, how the roles have changed in our happy home! it's like we are living in our own mini version of the movie face/off. which, for the record, i haven't seen yet. but i hear it's great, especially with a beer in hand/belly. it's on the top of my list for movies to see, sitting right below urban cowboy. apparently, i need a john travolta fix.

anyways, so last night, i was innocently looking for a news program to fill the background noise in my apartment, while i sat on the couch digesting dinner and doing my finances with the glorious software program quicken (oh how i love thee, quicken!) and don't ask me how (it was a combination of thumbing up and down on the channel buttons of the remote), but i stumbled upon NBC's new show, LAX. and i was immediately hooked.

freaking LAX.

honestly, i wanted to hate this show from the moment i heard it was going to air this fall. i mean, i knew nothing about it, but i just wanted to hate it. the concept sounded so lame! it's about an airport! but nooooo.

FREAKING lax.

honestly, i tried to resist liking it.... flip. the. channel...

FREAKING LAX!

it sucked me in. the ending made me cry. honestly, cry! argh! lax!

[shaking head in disbelief]

and to think how much i hate that airport. i can't believe the %@$#% show did this to me! i. am. so. ashamed...