Not that I will go so far as to say that I'm wrong, but I must at least give up my moral high ground. I am moving out of my glass house and putting down my stones. I now have cable. 45+ channels of high definition Comcast cable. No, I did not suddenly have a fall and hit my head, I succumb to the world's greatest pressure: a mother's guilt trip.
Instead it was my mom asking why I didn't get the Hallmark channel so that we could watch Christmas movies together all weekend over Thanksgiving. So THREE HOURS on the phone with Comcast and one trip to the Comcast store later, I am now the
proud owner of an HD Comcast box and the digital economy tv package. And here's the thing, there was a reason I didn't get cable when I moved down here. I used to be the QUEEN of random tv shows and I was going to start fresh down here, removed from the chains of TLC, HGTV, Bravo, E, History, H2, USA, A&E, ABC Family, Discovery, and Lifetime. What?! you say, those are a lot of "chains" Yes, but all were so so worth it. I'm like an alcoholic that thinks she can have just one more sip. I can't. And so I've been up until the wee hours of the morning watching EVERY SINGLE CHRISTMAS ROMANCE MOVIE KNOWN TO MAN.
It's gotten the point that a coworker even commented on the bags under my eyes. Woof. If you need me, I'll be trying to artlessly arrange my life so as to happen upon the perfect tall, dark, and handsome stranger who will have some sort of business in the same place I'm going/need to share a cab (who takes cabs anymore)/is recruiting a holiday helper/needs a nanny/spills my coffee and offers to buy me a new one/etc/etc/etc and we will fall madly in love and end up with a whirlwind Christmas wedding. 14 days. Go!