They have scientists that run this show. Scientists who can calculate the exact combination of factors required to completely and utterly break the viewing public. The mother of the young family featured was a recent cancer survivor. Years ago, she'd become very active in raising money for breast cancer research after her own mother was diagnosed, only to be diagnosed herself. She's undergone a bilateral mastectomy and a hysterectomy before she was finally pronounced to be in remission. She and her husband had three little kids -- 8, 6 and 4 -- and were only 26 themselves. In addition to completely rebuilding their house, they organized a 7-day marathon walk to raise money for cancer research.
Sometime around the point when one of the design team -- the guy with thick plastic glasses -- started to cry, Ed became aware that I'd beens sniffing and wiping my eyes on my sleeve. He looked at me and grinned.
Me: Watch the damn show.
Ed: It finally broke you, eh?
Me: I can't help it. This show targets me exactly where I am most vulnerable.
Ed: Was it the construction guy crying?
Me: No. It's the combination of my two weaknesses: tales of great personal struggle and triumph, and fantastic appliances.
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