What a sap!
Why do I watch shows like Extreme Makeover: Home Edition? I sob, I blubber, I sniffle, I soak my sleeves. I usually only cry at the end but not tonight. It was a story about a dying man's wish and there were times during the show that you weren't sure if he was going to live. A smart woman would have gotten the tissue box after the first 15 minutes, but not me. My sleeves were sopping, although I didn't resort to wiping my tears on my socks (Amanda). It makes me feel silly, yet I watch every week.
posted by Heidi @ 8:58 PM
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