Okay, so I'm doing much better now. I don't want to drag up all of the drama from the last week of my life, but here's the gist. My husband has OCD and tourette's, and his meds were way off. He was acting very strange, but we nipped it in the perverbial bud. So now I am trying to enjoy the last two days of vacation that I have.
My newscast just did a three minute spot on a dog that died. It was the pet of the Chief Meteorologist (Gary) and was on TV with him all of the time. Gary will be taking a few days off, which sucks b/c he is by far the most accurate meteorologist in town. But it is sad that the dog died. Poor Gary.
When I lived in a Pitt, I used to watch the news every night. I would watch the weather and then go to sleep. Well then they got a new sportscaster, and oh man was he hot. So then I started watching the sports section also. But I didn't care about the sports at all, so I muted the tv and just watched the hot sports guy. Man I miss that news station......
