The Big O

I love Oprah, and I believe she is evil. Yes, there is a disconnect there. That's why I don't watch Oprah very often. But tonight I came home after being out for the evening to find Greg and Ellie both asleep. So I poured myself a small glass of wine and turned on the TV and there she was.

Tonight was an Oprah's Favorite Things kind of episode, and it included a pair of jeans that Oprah loves. She was wearing the jeans during the show and she leaned over to conspire with all 12 million of us viewers that she wore these jeans for three days in a row because they were so comfortable. And I leaned in to the TV, holding my wine in my left hand so as not to get it in Oprah's way, and conspired that I, too, have a hard time finding jeans that fit. And I, for one, am thrilled to finally meet a woman who truly understands how hard it is to find jeans that work with my boo-tay. And Oprah conspired right back at me that I could get my hands on a miraculous new pair of jeans that will fit like no other jeans I have ever found for a mere $140-$190 a pair. And I was pretty close to asking where to send the check.

And then I remembered that Oprah is QVC if QVC somehow developed the ability to invade your mind and make you do whatever it wanted. I have to turn her off because she is so compelling in her compassion and her empathy and her love for other humans and she has taken her amazing force of personality and decided to sell products with it. That makes my head explode.

(A note: My lovely husband has been very patient with me this month as he's been at the mercy of NaBloWriMo. Poor guy has to deal with me at any moment of the day or night suddenly throwing up my hands and howling, "What am I going to blog about?!?" Last night, he set up my blog page for me and reminded me that I still had to post.)