There's not much tonight

It is September. And do you know what this means boys and girls? It means Television is coming back into our lives.  Our boyfriend Television, who went to camp all summer and forgot to write us letters, is finally coming home and he's ready to commit. I updated my TiVo today and here is my list of Must See TV:

• Gilmore Girls
• Veronica Mars
• Lost
• Everwood
• The O.C.

If these shows are recorded for me in a timely and commercial-free manner, all will be well in the world. There's tons more stuff TiVo is catching for me (Good Eats, Laguna Beach, New Yankee Workshop WHICH IS NOT FOR ME AND IS TAKING UP THE ENTIRE HARD DRIVE), but the aforementioned shows are the necessary ones. How DID we get through the summer without knowing what was in the hatch or if Luke said yes? I CAN BARELY STAND IT.

I'm excited about the return of television as cable news is really starting to give me ulcers. Giving my hurricane charity of choice my credit card number was satisfying for mere moments- now I'm back to channels 44, 45, 46, 47 and 48 and feeling rotten because that's all I know how to do. I can't watch network TV because Oprah is on right now with Julia Roberts talking about how just giving someone a hug makes a huge difference. Puh-leez. I'd say it's your wallet that will make the difference, Julia, and perhaps those poor folk are hugging you in hopes of getting their mugs on television so Grandma in Alabama will see them and know they're alive.

Whatever. Someone might have watched a tad too much Sean Penn on Larry King this evening.

My brother the National Guardsman shipped out to New Orleans this morning and who knows what he's doing right now so we're all going to think happy thoughts for him, like "Hopefully he'll get to take a shower within the next seven days". Okay? Good.

My husband is still working (WORKING! AT NIGHT!) and I am getting tired of Nancy Grace. That woman is a little bit embarrassing sometimes. See you tomorrow. Which is SOMEBODY'S BIRTHDAY...