I totally get Huey Lewis right now. Mostly because I need a new addiction. Something besides my dog and my bed and my car.
Is there rehab for excessive sleeping and disproportionate amounts of driving your children around? Is there a twelve-step program for extreme smiling while walking your dog? I think I need intervention because my cheeks haven't been this sore since my wedding reception.
When I asked my daughter these questions she handed me her Personal Progress book.
"If it's rehab you need, this book will change your life," she said. "But for us normal peeps, who already walk the straight and narrow while holding to the iron rod, it's a real snooze fest."
She's a corker, that one.
Anyways, lately I've been thinking I have way too much love in my heart. For my dog. And my bed. And my kids. I need to temper that love with something . . . I don't know . . . more productive maybe? Like flossing my teeth. Or scrubbing my toilets.
Or maybe I need to do something less productive. Like go inactive. But just between me and you, I can't stomach the thought of the whole ward council discussing ways to reactive me during their meetings, so I've decided on plan B--to watch more reality t.v.
I've made a list of t.v. shows I'm pretty sure I can get hooked on if I try hard enough:
- The Glee Project
- Project Runway
- Celebrity Rehab
- Love in the Wild
- The Bachelorette