My name is Irene and I am a Big Brother addict.
It started last night (did you watch?)
I am ashamed (but not enough to give up my addiction mind you) to say that I become consumed with this show every summer. If it were just the TV episodes that I watched every week, it wouldn't be so bad. My daily life could pretty much continue as normal.
But it is not that easy. CBS knows what they are doing with addicts like me.
There are message boards, forums, live feeds to subscribe to, and on and on. One can easily watch, read and debate Big Brother all day and night long.
All Day. All Night.
Right now I am fighting the urge to run to my favorite Big Brother site and find out what I have missed while typing this post. It's been at least 5 minutes since I last checked in.
Things are going to get messy around here. Seriously messy. It's hard to wash dishes, clothes or kids when glued to a computer screen.
And it's even harder to cook or vacuum, or make beds (gee, am I sounding like Donna Reed here or what?)
The hubby and the kids thought things were already tough here what with with me and my computer and blogs and all.
Poor things. They have no idea what tough really is.