I have few pleasures in life

I have few remaining pleasures in life. I ask for very little. My friends and family know this about me but it has never been something we've discussed, until now. Its true that I am humble and barely deserving of much but what I ask for is a very small thing.

Between the hours of 8am and 8:30am, I like to watch Grace Under Fire on the Oxygen network. Brett Butler's zippy one-liners, Dave Thomas's grounded, straight-faced comedy, and the familiar southern colloquialisms give me the shot of optimism and hope that I desperately need at 8 in the morning. Some, like my ungrateful husband, Bo, deride Brett Butler's Grace Kelly as an unrealstic, one-liner dispenser. Pish-posh, I say. She's under fire, hence, she fires back. He likes to sip his Sam's Club brand dark roast coffee and make snide remarks about the storylines and, as he calls it, the "vaseline-on-the-lens title sequence". I just sit in my white robe on our pleather couch and try to block out his incessent snickering.

I ask for so little so why can't he let me enjoy my Grace Under Fire??? Because he's a bastard, that's why. If my one pleasure in life was to cook meatloaf and wear short skirts, he'd be in hog heaven! But, unfortunately for him, I was cut from the Brett Butler/Grace Kelly mold.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I support Sarah Palin's bid for vice president. Shoot that moose!!!!