I am marrying a damn TV Nazi. He must be in control of the flipper or he starts to shake and foam at the mouth. Usually I deal; I don't mind the old reruns of Mash, the Twilight Zone, or even Back to the Future (twice today). But I have to put my foot down when it comes to the freakin' football game. Is it supposed to matter that the Broncos are playing? I think not. So here I am, pissed off...ready to get divorced except I'm not married yet...on the computer. I would leave, but I haven't taken a shower today (which seems to be a common occurrence lately). Maybe I'll leave stinky. Ha! Yes! I'm going to Quizno's.

Hippity Bobbity Shazam! May the Broncos the biggest loozzzzers of the season, tonight and forever!