I am finally able to admit it. I love t.v.! I think that it may be a genetic trait that I inherited from my dad. It is easy to understand why he was fascinated by it and loved it. After all it was invented in his lifetime and as a smaller child, he didn't even have one in his home. Imagine the horror. I know that one of the first things my parents, bought when they were first married was a Zenith console color television. We had it for at least 25 years. Then afterward every time he got a bonus we got a newer and bigger version. Keep in mind that in those days bigger meant 27 inches. Eventually every room in the house had its own t.v. I really do think I come by the love (or some may say addiction) honestly. I love to crawl into my own bed, after the kids are in their rooms, and watch my "stories". I think the greatest invention of the 20th century was the DVR or Tivo. I think that by using my DVR my love is really a fascination because I don't let the t.v. interrupt my life. It can't be an addiction then, right? It could be that I am in denial. Jay hates to watch t.v. with me because I watch the weirdest shows. (His words, of course) I don't mind because he likes to watch everything, all at once. So if you ever need me after 9pm chances are I'm curled up in bed with a good show!