As if there isn’t enough in real life, the wife likes to watch soap operas, just for fun, my Dad watches the same ones she does.
I know enough Drama Queens personally that all I have to do is pick up the phone and I can skip an entire season after a fifteen minute phone call, seriously.
Apparently, there is a 24 hour Soap Opera channel I was blissfully unaware of until recently.
Even worse, there are people on some of these soaps I even recognize from decades ago.
Some have aged well, some look like road kill.
Some are little punk assed kids who couldn’t act their way out of a wet paper bag too.
To each their own I suppose but I would rather watch the Food Channel, or paint dry.
The wife stays up until one or later in the morning watching this crap.
Thankfully, I tend to fall asleep in my chair long before that.
The thing with Soaps is that you can quit watching them for six months and come back and not miss a fucking thing.
They drag shit out to the point of absurdity.
I remember twenty five years ago, there was a wedding on one of those sonsabitches that took a year and a half before there was a kiss and the honeymoon took another six months.
That was when I had my lower back fused in a five hour operation and was bed ridden for several months and went stir crazy with nothing to do.
Yeah, I had nothing better to do and that was all that was on all fucking day.
Even Oprah wasn’t around back then.
I still hate that fucker Victor and that bastard is still around after all these years.
Some things never change.
You go dude.