I'm not sure how many television shows on Bravo have the words 'Real Housewives' in their name, But there are too many. The problem is that Mark watches them all, and if something in Mark's life interferes with watching, he will record them for later viewing. On any given day, at any given time you can walk into our bedroom, and if Mark is there he will be watching one of those insipid shows. Obviously I hate them.
So who wears the pants in this family, you might ask? We both do, but Mark's seems to have more influence because he wears them in the kitchen, and makes me dinner every night. If there was any question, it was answered Sunday night. At eight in the evening there were two events live on television. One was the NBA finals, with the Miami Heat battling for survival against the Dallas Mavericks. It was a do or die game, and if the Heat lost it was over. On another channel was the Tony Awards Show, where the best of Broadway is rewarded. My choice would have been the NBA, but Mark had both televisions tuned in to the Tonys. To make it worse Mark was recording it on both televisions, and recording 'Real Housewive' shows on the second DVR receiver. I couldn't even flip over to check the basketball score. I'll never admit it to Mark, but I think he made the right choice. Sunday evening I watched the Tonys instead of basketball, and I actually enjoyed it. As for the game, the Miami Heat blew it, and I would have wasted the whole evening watching a bunch of overpaid, undereducated, freaks of nature, lose instead of seeing Neil Patrick Harris do his great opening act.