The Big 3

Just clicked over 3 years of wedding bliss. All bliss and no regrets.

In the last week I've found myself lowered down to the the depths of Morning Television. I'm not just talking about S*nrise and the like where the hosts think they can save the world by 8:50. They seem to jump on and off moral bandwagons depending on if they have to plug Dancing with the Stars or dress up for Melbourne Cup day. I don't like them. I am lured to a bit of morning news though.

So, then there's the trash that follows - anything that is on at 9am on commercial television. Yesterday the running sheet for one of them was;
How to get the shape of your eyebrows exactly right.
Sex questions you've always been too scared to ask.
Hollywood gossip.
Who won how much on the Melbourne Cup.
Numerous cheesy advertorials.

Boring! Thank goodness for crumpets and a cup of tea to entice me out of bed.