why i hate baby jessica
today is one of those days when gluing thy tushie to the couch would be perfectly acceptable, even by the standards of certain mothers who view that as a depressing and shameful way to spend a day. let's see: federal holiday? check! raining? check! cold? check, check! empty house/ultimate remote control? oh, baby, CHECK! add to this the fact that i am so tired right now and would kill for a nap, and where & with whom better than Oscar the Couch and Stevie the TV? but, of course, there is NOTHING.ON.TV. nothing. it's the baby jessica syndrome. or law. damn her, that baby jessica.
october 14th, 1987. i was a depressed, 16 year old, missing my camp friends and anxiously awaiting our winter break reunion in toronto. it was a gloomy ohio wednesday, and i was solidly settled into Day One of my planned sick-action. it was a pivotal time for Bo & Hope's story line on Days of Our Lives, and i just could.not.miss.it. by that time, my house was empty during the day, with parents at work and siblings at either preschool or college (yeah, i know). some quick background is that i was pretty much forbidden to watch TV growing up. i mean, The Cosby Show here, and a Sunday morning there (pre-cable when there's nothing on beside televangelism anyway). so here i am with the house to myself and the TV! wee hee! i have no idea how i got to know the whole bo & hope thing, but the point is.....there, right then in the middle of something really good going on between Bo & Hope, "we interrupt your program with this breaking news...." and that was it. it was either watch the whole baby jessica thing unfold on TV for FIFTY EIGHT HOURS, or spend those hours in my room gluing more GQ covers to my bedroom wall.
so, screw you, baby jessica. you messed up what could have been...could have been, well, could have been a couple hours of TV that i felt were so important that it was necessary for me to pretend to be sick and stay home from school. so, there....
and, today is one of those days. i'm planted nicely on the couch on the perfect day to do so, so psyched about catching up on whatever daytime TV i never see, and all damn day long, dontcha know, interruptions about egypt. we have 24 HOUR NEWS STATIONS now people. gimme back my ellen, and do it NOW.
october 14th, 1987. i was a depressed, 16 year old, missing my camp friends and anxiously awaiting our winter break reunion in toronto. it was a gloomy ohio wednesday, and i was solidly settled into Day One of my planned sick-action. it was a pivotal time for Bo & Hope's story line on Days of Our Lives, and i just could.not.miss.it. by that time, my house was empty during the day, with parents at work and siblings at either preschool or college (yeah, i know). some quick background is that i was pretty much forbidden to watch TV growing up. i mean, The Cosby Show here, and a Sunday morning there (pre-cable when there's nothing on beside televangelism anyway). so here i am with the house to myself and the TV! wee hee! i have no idea how i got to know the whole bo & hope thing, but the point is.....there, right then in the middle of something really good going on between Bo & Hope, "we interrupt your program with this breaking news...." and that was it. it was either watch the whole baby jessica thing unfold on TV for FIFTY EIGHT HOURS, or spend those hours in my room gluing more GQ covers to my bedroom wall.
so, screw you, baby jessica. you messed up what could have been...could have been, well, could have been a couple hours of TV that i felt were so important that it was necessary for me to pretend to be sick and stay home from school. so, there....
and, today is one of those days. i'm planted nicely on the couch on the perfect day to do so, so psyched about catching up on whatever daytime TV i never see, and all damn day long, dontcha know, interruptions about egypt. we have 24 HOUR NEWS STATIONS now people. gimme back my ellen, and do it NOW.
posted by Miss Penny Lane @ 3:04 PM
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