A few posts ago I mentioned that I had a confession to make. It was the beginning part of this post, to be exact. No one called me out on it, so I’ve decided that “the powers that be” must have decided that said secret didn’t need to be shared. It’s to remain a secret. But since then I’ve had to deal with another thing that I’d have usually liked to keep secret, and since I ain’t got nothing better to blog about I thought I’d put it out there. Are you ready for this? Keep in mind, it’s nothing as bad as secret numero uno, but it still has the possibility of embarrassing the old Chuckster.

I spend fifteen to twenty Sunday evenings every year tearing up like a baby, or at least like a chick. It’s not every Sunday evening, just certain ones where all the appropriate events seem to fall into line. I shed a few tears, but not because I’m in pain. Or not because something bad has happened with my marriage or family. No one I know has died, and no one has suddenly contracted some terrible disease. It’s not even the fact I was refused sex that brings the tears a-flowin’.

You wanna know what it is? Okay, I’ll tell you. It’s that damn ABC television show, Extreme Home Makeover, subtitled: (’cause something terrible has happened, your kid died or your husband never came back from Iraq and your house burned down and you have 40 adopted children from Africa, and a retarded sister), Home Edition. I mean, damn y’all….every episode is a tearjerker! Yeah, they get a nice new house and the whole community comes out to help, but there is always those interviews that just rip your heart out. Every week I sit on my spot on the couch and I say to myself, “this show ain’t going to get to me.” then moments later I see the video that Ty shows on the bus, you know the one, and suddenly I’m turning my head away from the wife so she won’t see the wetness happening. Sometimes I’ll even get up and go into the kitchen, like I suddenly realized I needed to get something real quick. All of which is a disguise not to let her see me tear up. Because everyone knows that chicks find guys who cry to be weak. Did I say cry? Uh, hello….ain’t no crying going on here….a few tears…that’s much more acceptable, right?

Last nights episode was one of the worst ever. The family totally pulled on my heartstrings big time. Not only were they from Georgia, and sounded a lot like us, but they had many terrible things to deal with. Now y’all should know I usually only get “emotional” during the beginning part of the show, then maybe again when they’re all like, “Bus driver move that bus.” But last night was the exception. I hope you watched it, if you didn’t I hope you’ll see it in repeats.

Okay, so I’ve shared something secretive with you the reader. Just keep in mind, in the grand scheme of things, it don’t really matter. I may get all teary eyed at a show about human loss, but I know where to draw the line. Anyway, do any of y’all watch this show? It’s been on for a few years now and I realize it ain’t nothing new, but damn! Sometimes the real life drama is just too much! So, I shared one of my secrets…what secret of your’s would you like to share? Come on, we’d love to know…

Well folks, Susan and I are heading to Huntsville, Alabama today for three days. I’m going up there for work, and she’s coming along to enjoy herself. We’re staying at a very nice hotel downtown, with a spa on the premises, and she’s already informed me that she’s getting a manicure and an eyebrow wax. I wonder how much that’ll cost me. It should be fun. She’s never been to Huntsville, so I’ll be able to show her the Space Center, the University Mall and Rosie’s Mexican Cantina….not to mention those strip clubs across from the Target. If I could get her to wanna go there life would be great, but I doubt it’ll happen.

Y’all have a nice next couple of days!