Bwwwaaaaaaaah!

Yesterday was a health day for me. All I had on the agenda to do was light housework and stay out of the freaking solar sweat bomb that was the great outdoors. EEE-YUCK. And personally, I find that it's easier to keep my thermo-stat at a higher temperature if I lie like a lump on the couch during the hottest part of the day. So really, it's not laziness. It's the E thing to do. I'm very green-minded that way. Energy conservation is everyone's responsibility.

Anyway, on the health front, I spent most of the day watching Lifetime Movie Network. There was the perfect convergence of my PMS and a Sob Sister Sunday marathon on LMN. I find that a good cry is very cleansing. And I think it's very healthy for my sinuses to bawl until snot runs out of my nose.

And boy, was LMN looking out for my health. The theme was "good Dad/bad Dad". And as a true-blue Daddie's girl, nothing will make me cry like watching Andrew McCarthy as a widower fighting to keep is Chinese, adopted, baby daughter. Or Charles Shaughnessy (or as true The Nanny fans call him - Shister Meffield) finding redemption as he cradles his multi-racial grandchild on his deathbed. By the time we got to the last show, which was a hot, 22-year old country singer trying to keep the baby he made during a one night stand with a cougar who didn't want to be his baby-mama but wanted to give their baby to a lesbian couple (okay, I'll admit by now I was having some trouble following the mildly psychotic, yet strantely cathartic Liftetime-formula plots), I was a sodden mess. I cried so much had to eat some salty snacks in order to restore my electrolite balance. Good times. Good times.