That’s Not Something You Hear Every Day #22
If you’ve read this blog for any longer than five minutes, you already know that I’m sarcastic with a flair for morbid humor thrown in for good measure. However, I think my daughter, Adriana, might be even worse.
Maybe I should explain.
Instead of reading books like I should be, I’ve been getting into the show Snapped. I’m not sure why… it actually makes me kind of wonder about my mental status (yeah, yeah, not for the first time).
Anyway, the program recounts true stories about people—mainly women—that have been convicted of killing their husbands or husband’s girlfriends or well… you get the point.
Tonight, Adriana and I spent some quality (???) time together watching yet another disturbing episode. Halfway through the unfolding of the story, she turned to me with a mischievous little twinkle in her eye and said, “I want to be on this show.”
Gulp. That means I need to sleep with one eye open from now on.